From October, 2019

Genesis, a Poetic Understanding

Take it from an English Major, the “book” of Genesis found in the Bible, is a poem. For such a long time I was taught fundamentalism and the literal interpretation of “God’s Word” as THE one and the ONLY way to truth. That everything in the Bible was written by God himself (though God is all-gendered and has no gender). For so long, I hated ideas of Evolution and how they took away from the importance of being made in “God’s image.” I thought scientists were the bias ones, making up data to further their importance or theories — but…

National Parks

These photos were taken by my long-time friend Brandon Cobb (@_childish_brandino_). He has graciously provided not only these captivating photos but has contributed a very compelling piece of writing included below (“Brandon’s Excerpt”). He speaks a lot of truth, and I am thankful we have people like him who see the beauty and importance of our world. This week I had the awesome opportunity to go to White Rock Mountain in Arkansas. We (my girlfriend and I) quite literally stayed at the very top of this mountain overlooking rolling hills and valleys of green trees bending under the wind. A…

“Ashamed”

“She says, ‘baby, it happend to me tooWhat the hell was I supposed to do?When he climbed in through my windowI called out, but no one came The odds were stacked against meOne in five women get rapedI wonder what percentage Are then made to feel ashamed?'” — Corey Kilgannon, “Ashamed” (off the album As Above, So Below) Public Story Telling Before I start my white male thoughts on what these topics mean to me and how I am processing these things, I felt it necessary to include a woman’s voice first (something that doesn’t often happen) — the following…

mother, you are hurt & mother, you are healing

mother, you are hurt I run outside as a kid ready to play in the rain — barefoot.The ground is cold and the drops bring goosebumps and shivers. I step on your bloody Oklahoma mud andit shoots through the cracks in my toes.The oil drills continue to crucify your body.They drive their bits in your hands andspit on your face with pollutants and claim kingship over you. But mother,you have a strong core. mother, you are healing You quake and shake you crumble and mumble but you are powerful. A core of iron and nickel –the pressure only makes you stronger and wiser. People have begun to notice your aging skinand the destruction of youroceans that hold mysteriesand the…