Things We Need To Do

Warning: This one may seem a little sappy, but if you have followed along before, I don’t think it would be too much trouble to ask you to follow along again. So here it goes . . .

There are things everyone needs to see in their life. Like say, the smile from a grandparent. I never met either of my grandfathers. I only met my grandmothers, but my grandmother on my father’s side was always closest. There are things I remember like a sandwich she once made for me—and if my memory serves correctly, I cannot recall ever having a sandwich as good as the one my grandmother made.
I was young when Continue reading

Easter Sunday with the Tattooed Mnister

I am not sure if you saw, but this morning’s sunrise was a good one. At least it was in my neck of the woods . . .
I know that some of you—or at least one of you will struggle on this morning, and your reasons for struggle are valid.
As well, I know that the memory of our lost loved ones, the mistakes we have made in the past, or the recollection of broken relationships, regardless to fault, or whether the memories are good, bad, loving, or beautiful; they can also be painful and separate us from the meaning of this day. But truly, I say the meaning of today is such that whoever believes shall not perish, but have the light of life.

The same as I can relate to anger and heartache, I can also Continue reading

on this night

Before I move forward, I should explain where I am right now and, while families gather and sit at a table for this holiday, I am sitting in an equipment room at work with the worst kind of filth on my hands. My face is stained from a black murky water that has been lying stagnant in an old steam pipe since the 1970’s. My uniform is stained with black spots and though I have cleaned my eyeglasses several times, I still cannot see anything but the streaks of dirty water that will not seem to wash off.

While other families meet and honor Continue reading

a string of four short poems

Poem 1

We were young not too long ago
and the full grown trees were half their size.
I have always been amazed by the resilience of youth.
I am amazed by the bravery and I envy the ambitions,
which somehow shed when it comes to the later ages.

I think of little kids swinging on swing-sets
and how they try to kick the moon.
They try so hard because no one told them
this is not possible
Their ability is real and their versions of reality
are untouched . . . . or pure

Little girls play Continue reading