Covered by Snow
How long does it take to write a poem? If it’s a good one, then it takes quite a while. If it’s the one below … then about half an … Continue Reading Covered by Snow
Without Mercy: Flash Fiction
“There’s been a misunderstanding,” he told the officials, trying to explain himself without flying into a rage or falling apart. But they dismissed his entreaties as though disgusted, none of … Continue Reading Without Mercy: Flash Fiction
December 31, 1999
I thought it might be fun to ring in this new year with a poem that I wrote on the eve of the new millennium. No partying like it was … Continue Reading December 31, 1999
Make All Things New
Many of us are very glad to see the end of 2020 and the beginning of a new year. We hope and pray that this new year will be better … Continue Reading Make All Things New
Holy Week
It’s that time of year again. The time of year when I regret not having been harder on myself, when I’m disappointed that the season of subdued quiet and intense … Continue Reading Holy Week
Bloodthirst: Our Language of Violence
There is so much violence in the world… Why do we, human beings, seem to want to punish each other? Husbands and wives, daughters and mothers, sons and fathers, coworkers … Continue Reading Bloodthirst: Our Language of Violence
Christmas Cycle
One Christmas Eve, after placing a small figure of baby Jesus in its resin manger at our house, my then 4 or 5-year-old nephew asked, “But… is he… alive?” So … Continue Reading Christmas Cycle
First Friday and Knowing Love
Margaret, a blind, crippled, deformed dwarf[i] is my choice of facilitator for the First Friday of this month.[ii] One thing that I have always known is that I am loved. … Continue Reading First Friday and Knowing Love
Blood Thirst
Why do we want to punish each other? Husbands and wives, daughters and mothers, sons and fathers, coworkers, and even friends. We feel any slight and we give it back … Continue Reading Blood Thirst
Christina Chase 