Porn: The Hidden Self
There is an element of my struggle with porn that is both so evident and so deep-seated, I haven’t opened up about it much…
Category: Poetry
I Prefer a Theology
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
Gradient
Whenever I see a sunset, I always try to pinpoint the place in the sky where the pink stops and the blue takes over. What I’ve come to find is that you can’t. There is no single point.
Good to be Naked
it’s not as much about her suntanned body
as it is
the sunshine that shoots from her eyes
Experiments in Glory
Your body was in my arms but you were not.
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one
who feels distant from God
more often than near?
How to Get Over Anyone
Try this step.
Works every time.
11/24/14
A not-necessarily-biographical iamb. I looked between the covers, where the lovers have their way, but found that fleeting pleasure neverContinue Reading
An Old Poem: 1/4/10
From January 4, 2010 so we cause some trouble, throw some stones, break some windows, break some bones. in whoseContinue Reading
Rock of Ages
Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. There are no mathematics to the spiritual life.Continue Reading