Three Holy Week Poems

FRIDAY Blood throbbing like muffled drums Tendons stretching like fence-wires: tune-taut But soundless His reproach streaks the silence like Lightning in darkness. Two eyes, raging from the sandstorms of a Thousand tears, finally close. The body hangs limp as wet...

Chiasmus in my Current Novel

For literary geeks only: This is a chapter from the novel I am currently writing.  It includes an ancient literary technique called chiasmus. The structure begins with, “I will tell you what helped me,” and the middle or turning point is “For a...

Interview on Examiner

The Examiner recently interviewed me with the following questions: Q-How did you get started writing?A-Writing begins, I think, with the art of noticing. One of my earliest memories is this:I am standing at the end of a peach orchard in Farmington, New Mexico, in...

No Silent Reading

There have been many ground-breaking events in the history of Christian literature and its readers. Perhaps one of the most shocking events came about in about 400 AD when the famous St. Augustine walked in on Ambrose, the bishop of Milan, and found him doing...

Writing begins with Noticing

Writing begins, I think, with the art of noticing. One of my earliest memories is this: I am standing at the end of a peach orchard in Farmington, New Mexico, in which my parents have cleared spaces to make a trailer park. Many of the trailers sit on blocks because...

Believers’ Verse — and win a book

I bemoan the fact that if, as often said, poetry is the “stepchild of the arts,”  then Christian poetry is the stepchild most readers would like to disown.  I don't blame them. But I still write poetry. Joseph and Nicodemus (John 19:38-39) What a...