Your place is dirty but wise... And you'll make me forget what hasn't happened yet. Crimson chenille covering wounds and truth—a poem about toxic relationships and the comfort that conceals.
Day 15: Mosaic de La Mona – Sea Glass and Second Chances
Collecting sea glass from Lala Beach... Broken pieces of shattered vessels smoothed by a journey after death... Canal de La Mona, take all my shattered pieces... Broken pieces become a masterpiece.
Day 14: Dáme Puerto Rico – A Bilingual Love Letter
Llévame to the narrow, blue-grey cobblestone streets... Dáme una vida in Puerto Rico, No va de prisa, every inch paraíso. Hazme tropical – messy, free, and alive, beating to the rhythm of a bomba barrel.
Day 13: Where Autumn Meets the Road – A Jeep Ride That Changed Everything
In that jeep with the windows gone and the wind that whips on through... he reached his hand across to change gears and wound up changing me. Bob Seger on the radio, capturing a perfect moment before summer ends.
Day 12: The Light on This Corner – Rush Hour Revelations
People scurrying and hurrying on two feet or two wheels or four wheels... All headed off to somewhere, no doubt, all busy and rushing... Time is a creation of many a man. An intersection meditation on human rushing.
What Matters Most: Lessons in Pursuits, People, and Poetry
Loss has a way of clarifying what actually matters. Here's what Joshua's death taught me about chasing the right things, investing in people, and finding beauty in unexpected places.
Day 11: For Zachary – When Young Men Die Too Soon
And when the song is done, we drown ourselves in scriptures of promise... He may be dancing now, but whom will she dance with? And I take the batteries out of my watch. A funeral poem questioning time and God's faithfulness.
Day 10: Peter. Peter. Peter. – Walking in the Apostle’s Shoes
Three times I denied him that I love, twice before you... And for each time I denied him, there's a nail through his flesh and bones. A Holy Week reflection on Peter's denials and redemption through his eyes.
Day 9: Cruise Control – My Father’s Quiet Strength
Wake up 5:30 AM, walk an hour on the treadmill... Calculate the numbers and know they've been worth the load. A tribute to my father's daily sacrifice during my grandmother's battle with dementia.
Day 8: Cinnamon Stick Christmas – A Love Letter to Mama Joy
It's the cinnamon simmering on the stove, its aroma filling in all of the empty spaces that her love hadn't quite reached yet... Joy is in the garlands, glimmering in the lights, smiling through the snowmen.
Writer's Growth 