a five minute friday piece | excuse

Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. …

an open letter to you-in-the-middle | a five minute friday piece

Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish.

Good for the writing muscles and for cultivating a playful approach to the writing work that…

a poem | five minute friday piece

we hide
from life’s
hammers
the ones that threaten
then smash
and leave us with
broken pieces

it hurts and
it isn’t fair and
if we could read crystal balls
maybe
our world wouldn’t
shatter quite so much

but when the heavy iron
falls…

a five minute friday piece | savor

Like most words chosen at the beginning of 2020, mine seemed ironic by the year’s midpoint.

savor

How do you “savor” a pandemic?
Loneliness?
Thousands of deaths?

You don’t, of course.
You savor what’s found in between — the moments of joy squeezed out…

// a five minute friday piece | redeem //

desperate

this is the word that comes to mind when I watch us
so uncomfortable
confronted by people’s pain
so panicked by the possibility of not understanding how the pieces fit together

petrified to imagine
a Kingdom
without walls
and a King
whose agenda is…

//a five minute friday piece | possible //

Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles.

i taste the quality of the word —
texture switching from fullness to thin…

//a five minute friday piece//

Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles.

let the world wake
alive
glowing
with a roar
felt in the bare feet of the willing…

//a five minute friday piece//

Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles.

God,

You are good.

I am grateful for your goodness,

how it spreads,

and sprouts,

and m…