Poetry

Gradually, I’m compiling a list of all the poems I’ve posted on this site in one place for your browsing convenience. They are more or less in reverse chronological order of when I posted them. You can also purchase a copy of my award winning poetry collection Barbies at Communion.

Some poems have audio, some don’t. Some poems are decent, some less so. You’ll just have to click through to see what you’ll get.

• A Boy Becomes Like God – my answer to Robert Hruzek’s group project, “What I Learned from Animals.”
• Looking for Intimacy with God – one of my note taking poems based on a sermon one Sunday.
• Welcoming Summer – my answer to Robert Hruzek’s group project, “What I Learned from Writing.”
• Freedom – inspired by my son who reads the pirate gospel.
• Sometimes – because poetry is really quite useless.
• Riding the Wind Before Pentecost – a poem inspired by flying to a conference at Mt. Hermon.
• Easter – the old standard “styrofoam-Jesus-in-the-shower” poem.
• Replicas of Devoted Things – a Bible lesson on Joshua 22 disguised as a poem.
• Ode on Business Travel – another poem inspired by some flight to somewhere for business.
• Practice Is an Art – a poem for David Tulley who sometimes leads worship at Laity Lodge. Heather Goodman featured this one at BlogNosh.
• The Picasso of Pancakes – because the youth group I help with does some crazy stuff.
• Honey I Killed the Power – after I nearly killed myself trying to install a dryer.
• Garden of Stone and Flesh – this one inspired by memories of a concrete garden near my wife’s childhood house.
• Ode to Mothers on Mother’s Day – pretty much what it sounds like.
• First Mover – written when we moved to Kerrville on my son’s first birthday.
• The Waves of the Donau River – for Liz Strauss and for my host mother in Germany. Bless her, she could bake.
• Answered For – a poem inspired by my time grading AP essays in Daytona.
• Passion High – because sometimes I miss teaching.
• Myth and Insects – another poem stolen from my daughter
• Outside Abilene – one of my first published poems (in Stonework Journal). One of my favorite poets, Jack Leax, called this poem a good one.