The Theopoetics Path
It makes no sense to me that I ended up being a Christian Person. Somehow, I did. Thus began a quest, like Dorothy when she steps out of the fallen house, to figure out where I am, and what kind of crazy country have I been transported to.
Poetry has turned out to be a great medium for me to wish, wonder and wrestle with these issues. I can ask questions and suggest shapes and directions without having to murder my enemies. I'm stealing the word "theopoetic" from the awesome Callid Keefe-Perry.
To my friends (and if you are reading my poem website, you are my friends) for whom even the idea of "faith in Jesus" makes your skin crawl, I would like to say this. That sentiment lives in me too, and there is even some of that in these poems. Feel free to skip these poems, but also feel free to read them. I have had people try to convert me, and it was a horrible experience and I promise not to do that to you.
- archaeologists, astronauts, and time lords
- bab el
- impossible belief
- blame it on the huehuetenango
- christian men and christian women
- crazytown
- deconstruction for the doomed
- the entire bible in one poem
- harold and god
- haunted
- Holy Trilogy
- the importance of thankfulness
- The Kingdom of God
- larryfallen
- Multiple Choice
- my easter hangover
- this is my prayer
- once upon a time in jericho
- resolution ( 31,556,926.9747 )
- after seven
- small world
- the word
- postcards from the unicorn caravan
- vanity of vanities
- the wasteland
- what if jesus
- wonderful plans
- the word of the lord
- what would jesus do at jack in the box