Based on a true (but completely unremarkable) story.
All in Poems
Poem: Father & Son (Thoughts on Estrangement, Reconciliation & Blood Atonement)
I appreciate sacrifice, love, and forgiveness, but I can’t quite get behind the idea that blood sacrifice was for me.
Poem: Perfect Children
I think most parents feel this way or maybe it’s just me?
Poem: Baby Hands
My son has big hands and and a mother who loves him, and this poem is a true story.
Poem: Faith of the Self-made Man
I’ve seen lots of men who don’t want to believe in coincidence because it would mean they couldn’t take credit for their fortune, however, I don’t think they’ve thought through the theological implications.
Poem: Losing Religion
We were late to church, which was my fault, but I didn’t know teen missionaries would be speaking, drawing a weird crowd, and that God would totally abandon us.
Poem: The Coach
Bless all the dad’s who coach teams so that others don’t have to. I hope those once-in-shape warriors find what they’re looking for.
Poem: The Cowboy & the Mountie (for Phil)
My friend told me the difference between the American (my word) or Yankee (his word) and the Canadian could be summed up by comparing the Cowboy and the Mountie. For Phil.
Poem: Regarding the 10:00 PM Flip Out
I thought the kid would feel embarrassed the next morning when he realized he was the inspiration for this poem. Instead was flattered and thanked me.
Poem: Redemption
With all due respect to the twenty-year-old missionary, I think we need to revisit the notion of dramatic conversion.
Poem: It's Doing What Now?
I don’t know. A phrase was stuck in my head so I wrote a poem about it when I should’ve been helping in the church library.
Poem: Those Who Like Neil Diamond & Those Who Don't
They say there are two types of people in the world and never the twain shall meet.
Poem: Avid Indoorsman
With all due respect to Thoreau, Emerson, or any other weirdos lurking in the bushes …
Poem: The Tuesday Afternoon Shift
Hemingway isn’t the only one who can tell very short stories.
Poem: God's Humble Servant
Based on a true story that I don’t really want to talk about.
Poem: This Guy
If you were there, then you’d understand this perfectly.
Poem: A Utah Father's Dilemma
How to celebrate the heroes who don’t wear capes? Or even shirts around the house?
Poem: An Occurrence
For some the world will completely stop; for others it will go on normally.
Poem: Feminine Mystique
Who can understand the mystery of my dearest Maria?
Poem: The Harvest
“…even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”