I often think, no one wants to read this. No one wants to hear this. My own work makes me cringe sometimes, cringe in a "there's nothing I can do because it had to come out like this" kind of way.

I have always wanted to midcourse-correct (or undermine) in a poem, and let that be the turn. That poem is to do with displacement, with almosts - even the rhymes are intentionally off.

I would like to say that I helped out our men in uniform, but the truth is I probably just grumbled at the noise.

Build relationships and friendships by finding common experiences or interests instead of getting discouraged by noticeable differences.

Saved or searching, we all need to be reminded of God’s interest in us individually and His love for us personally.

I can be shy, but I’m not really. I try to be better at overcoming these things people have said.

What gets in our way is history and culture and religion and economic conditions. It is part of the hypnosis of our social conditioning.

Public opinion shapes our destinies and guides the progress of human affairs.

As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.

In the empire of desert, water is the king and shadow is the queen.

At the centre of Christianity is community; we are gathered by the Lord around the altar.

So that I may meet the day with the knowledge to build the day I will look into my soul while it still dawn, before the morning breaketh.