Brothers’ Blogs

Well, the blogosphere has officially captured three out of four of us flatmates, and hopefully the blogstravaganza to be known as Sweet Chicken will soon make its appearance and make it four for four.
Today, though, I am featuring the blogs of Lloyd and Jesse as they have recently written some good pieces, well worth sharing.
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Following [...]

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depression heart (haikus)

she can feel its mass
getting heavier, denser
as the moments pass
collapsing matter
sucking even light itself
into its dark maw

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Regenesis

The man looked out at the sea and the sky, separated only by a thin line of grey. It was dawn. The grey spread upwards like a wash on a water color. It was followed by a wash of gentle rose, which infused the clouds with red, as if they sucked the color from the [...]

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All in

He had never been a gambling man, really. Yes, there had been the odd bet here and there, a quid or two on the footy matches. But that was safe stuff, wasn’t it. He wondered if that thing inside of you that makes you go all in was broken. He’d only done it once–gone all [...]

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In Order of Appearance…Hello Quads, Hello Lungs, Hello Gluteus Maximus, Hello Hammies, Hello Headwind, Hello Coughing, Hello Satisfaction

First day back on the bike.

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The Clarity of a Dumpster-Another Article in Catapult Makes a Turkey

For those of you keeping score at home, this is the third article in a row in Catapult, which in bowling terms makes a Turkey (i.e. three strikes in a row). As for whether this one or the last two are actually strikes or gutter balls, I’ll let you decide, if you can spare the [...]

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Albert and Adi: Going Yard on Easter

Well, if you are citizen of Cardinal Nation (or just watch ESPN for that matter), you are likely aware that Senor Pujols went deep three times on Easter sunday, with the last time being in the bottom of the 9th inning to end the game. Brilliant.

His only home run that was more momentus? That would [...]

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For Good Friday and Easter

Here is an old-school poem of mine and a reflection. I think I might have had Sandi Patty’s “Was it a Morning Like This” in my mind when I wrote this or Calvin Miller’s The Singer. Old school, indeed. The language (including the sexist “men”) and meter are archaic. The sentiment still rings true.
He Is
The [...]

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Another Article in Catapult and a Poem too!

Another article and, for the first time, also a poem, woo hoo! Thank you, Kirstin (Catapult’s editor).
If you have ever wanted to watch someone put a “kick me” sign on their back to see what will happen, well then the article is for you. In reality, writing this article, potentially, could be more like this.
If [...]

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