Chicago hot dogs
No seats, ketchup, or pretense
With hand-cut french fries.

You came back for us
After we begged you to leave.

Ruined by the weight of all you had done,
You longed to return to your land.
Not as a brother and not as a son,
But maybe as a hired hand.

Soon, I was swept by the water
Now drifting in the open sea
Hopelessly treading
and anxiously dreading
That Neptune was coming for me

Look in the sky!

I miss my dad today.

“Please, please, I can’t breathe.”
George Floyd and Eric Garner
cried to peacekeepers.

Romans 8:18-28 - For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

Memories of rebellion

Empty words in the air

As the truth burns

a tanka.

a haiku.

A haiku.

For years we’ve wrestled darkness
With lanterns low on oil
They say daylight approaches
And the sun will warm the soil

Soften my heart, father.
Clothe me in your armor.
I want your living water.
The clay cries to the potter: break me.