“Draw what it feels like when you’re not able to write,” Amy told me.
“Do what?
“Just draw it. It can be whatever you want. I’m going to the restroom.”
She was trying to help me overcome my “writer’s block”. I stared at my pint glass, almost empty, before taking the last sip. There were dollar bills with people’s names, or football teams, or hometowns written on them, stapled to the walls and ceiling. A man sat down two stools to my left and asked the bartender how many were up there. I …
Occasionally I post links to songs, videos, poetry, or prose that stick in my head.
“In my arms, you’ll find your peace” (from A Wretch Like Me) is as good of a line as any for a holiday season where so many are hurting.
Since I first listened the other day, that one line is the one that I come back to the most. It reminds me that our (my) peace isn’t permanent outside of the arms where we (I) belong.
You can download the EP here.
where early-morning life is poured
into porcelain mugs
and quickly cools against the coming season.
It’s raining outside, sheets of rain coming down, drowning everything. I’m reading verses about peace and comfort and a future, but none of it is making any sense today.
“My help comes from the Lord.”
“He will not allow your foot to slip.”
“The Lord will protect you from all evil.”
“I will make up to you for the years the swarming locusts have eaten.”
It’s all pretty frustrating right now.
I saw a woman the other day and it looked like she was having to blow through a tube to propel her wheelchair down …
In memory of Corion, a favorite SideWalk Chalk student who passed away July 10, 2011,
and for all of the kids who still get to be a part of our lives today.
On Mother’s Day, I posted about both of the women who have been mothers in my life: my birth mother, Vicki, and my adopted mother, Barbara.
Now it’s time to honor the men that have been a father to me.
I'm the founder of SideWalk Chalk, a non-profit in Charleston, SC that provides creative writing and visual art workshops in inner-city schools. Now I'm in the Pacific Northwest, listening to songs about the Carolinas, and falling in love with rivers and mountains.
