She was eight when she learned that nothing good ever came out of eavesdropping.
On Writing
Constrained by the pressures of life and learning, I feel as if I have no time at all to write. Shackled to my responsibilities, tethered by my…… Read more “On Writing”
sand castles
“i don’t like them
but
they’re all i seem to make”
bag placement
I wrote this poem while I was eating out alone. The seat across me was empty, and I felt a lack, somehow.
awaken, sleeper
“Awaken, Sleeper” is a poem that serves as a warning to those who are asleep, to the non-believing, unenlightened souls of this world. It is also a heavy warning to those of us who are already awake, because I believe we are in the last of our days. Dearly Beloved: we must keep watch; and to those still sleeping: awake!
Montaño Sardines at Recess
An essay about Montaño sardines. Because why not?
Honoring God with the Laundry
Who you are and how busy you are should not be an impediment to your honoring God. We can honor God even while we do our laundry.
The Most Terrible Poverty
Today, while I was grocery shopping, I saw an old man buying his own.
pluviophile
7 APR 18. Rain. It’s raining, and it’s beautiful. I’m driving down the streets of my hometown, and the neon signs were glowing like fairy lights. Blurred…… Read more “pluviophile”
An Ode to the Birthday Boy
Around two thousand years ago, Jesus Christ, God incarnate, was born. The specific date is now lost in time— the casualty of an archaic calendar system. Suffice…… Read more “An Ode to the Birthday Boy”
Renee Dublin 