Beautiful Dust

Being alone means I can start driving before I know where I’m going Because no one will know how many circles I made Before I decided on a destination. Being alone means I can make a sudden u-turn Because I’ve remembered that I don’t eat Middle Eastern food As often as I’d like. Being alone Continue reading

On my mind today: “How we spend our days, is, of course, how we spend our lives…The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.” – Annie Dillard Praying for presence and for beauty Continue reading

She comes into my room and starts drawing a heart, supposedly mine. We talk about her day as she stands there, making lines with blue marker on my newly-cleaned whiteboard. She erases and re-proportions, altering the size and shape so that it meets her requirements. —– He told me he’s leaving. I expected it, knew Continue reading

1 Independence is overrated I suppose I have the power to do it on my own But why struggle When I can have help. 2 The container is important Tall and enclosed Imported from Seattle by the brother I miss Small and smooth From the friend who noticed my longing glances Printed with a bird Continue reading

The truth is, I shouldn’t be drinking I don’t deserve this cup in front of me The truth is, this wine Has greater weight than I give it. The truth is, drinking builds relationships But I neglect this one so frequently. The truth is, this crimson liquid Washes out many stains The truth is, somehow Continue reading

In recent weeks, a friend and I have embarked on a poetry project of sorts, writing poems based off common idioms and sayings. Below is a selection of passable results from the project thus far. Time heals all wounds Unfortunate Physician Time is a poor doctor. Though he heals Even my deepest cuts His stitches Continue reading

We have prayer time each morning in my homeroom class. I wish I were sanctified enough that I could enjoy it, but in reality it’s a trial. I haven’t finished my coffee, and I am impatient with the push and pull of listening to a sincere request while silencing the chatty students in the other Continue reading

More from Sleeping at Last. This is one of those songs I can always play on repeat. Hold your breath and count to 28. Change is slow but I feel it taking shape. Folding over us like waves On origami ocean tides we sway Blueprints constantly being rearranged. Over microscopes we plan and strain. The Continue reading

Cake and I go way back. My earliest memories, I suppose, date back to when I was four years old. That cake came from a box, but to my brother and I, perched on the small square of countertop, fighting to lean over the bowl to “help” with stirring and tasting, there was nothing more Continue reading

“The Charlottetown Hospital is a worthy cause and all, but I am not prepared to suffer humiliation for it!” – Anne of Green Gables That sums up many of my issues with Jesus. I’m prepared to do many things and be seen as many things, but Lord save me from humiliation. Self-sacrifice that makes me appear Continue reading