Thou Art the King of Glory

perceive me, under your naked breathe. I knew you before you opened your eyes. Pervasively, you are given the loyalty of every moment of life : the gift of an eye that can love, a loyal friendship of ordinary wonder. the salvation of your existence lies on the doormat of your mind. light knows a…

I’m having trouble taking myself seriously. Even those closest to me maintain a level of ignorance by having a different life, a different soul. Everyone is separate and individual at their deepest. It can be very painful. People can only come so painfully and inseparably close, until we find that there is more to be…

I’ve noticed something for a while. This may possibly just be me but I genuinely think it is telling of a much vaster generational experience than some may give it credit for. I’ve noticed the vast amounts of time we spend listening to music. We absolutely consume it. It fills every waking (and sleeping) void…

I like the idea of celebration as a strengthening and sustaining work in the life of a Christian. It speaks to the true and innate need for joy in a life submerged in the presence of the Lord. Celebration and joy are a destined state of being for the lover of God and is meant…

To be honest, I have never thought about my writing as influenced by my gender or qualities distinctly unique to my femininity. However, as I am thinking about it now, I can tell you that I do not have a definite answer for you… because it begs the question, “Are topics significant to me because…

Subtlety is an open form of expression; it creates space for the soul to fill. It echoes off the walls of deep wells confronting the attentive with the certainty of things hidden, of paths treading beyond the fog. Quiet words refresh the senses with attunement to the simplified, bare minimum of sound, stripped of all…

My dad is an individual that has influenced my writing in ways no other individual has. Though the familial intimacy of a father naturally provides an outlet for greater influence, my dad’s own pursuits and personal cultivation in writing has lent to a richer communal passion and value of each other’s experiences and voices. My…

It’s a funny poem, plainly veiled in surface, words dulled illuminate the light of the time frozen. Crafting light into life. A photograph is a unique piece of art; art in that it constructs further clarity in the reexamination of reality, and unique in that it creates nothing but mere copies of tones on a…

I am a student of writing in a predominantly private sense of the work. Though I obviously am enrolled in a higher education where I participate in formal writing classes, most of my journey and culminated work is cultivated and currently resided in private. Other than this very blog, I have never pursued public outlets…

I am a generally light sleeper, as I have discovered over a lifetime of nights and a life’s worth of sleep. Not to say I am a particular master of the act, as I have had my moments of particular disinterest in its rituals or simple inabilities. However, I believe my years have carved a…