Faith, Fiction, Friends

I spent three days last week at Laity Lodge , some two hours southwest of San Antonio in the Texas Hill Country. The landscape is rugg...

Last weekend, I was suffering a combination bad head cold/allergic reaction to the Valentine’s Day flowers I bought for my wife. (No, ...

Once more, it’s that time of the week, when our intrepid leader Duane Scott officiates at Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays. Yesterday, page...

No, I didn’t forget that we had a free copy of Barbies at Communion: and other poems by Marcus Goodyear to give away. We did the random dr...

For several months, I’ve been posting occasional articles at The High Calling Blogs (HCB). The site is owned and operated by Foundations fo...

I’m an unabashed fan of Barbies at Communion: and other poems by Marcus Goodyear . I’ve got the book’s badge over on the supper right of th...

The song has not been heard in the street or the market, nor sung in the village or on the highway, nor flown across the courthouse square s...

You’re sitting in church, the communion plate is passing down the pew, and as you reach for the little cup of grape juice you notice your yo...

L.L. Barkat posed a monstrous challenge for this week's Random Act of Poetry at the High Calling Blogs -- write a poem from a monster...

On Thursday at his Good Word Editing blog, Marcus Goodyear posted a poem entitled “ Yet Another Heresy ,” that had to do with Moses. Inspire...

An editor, a poet and a philosopher/thinker about the workplace. That’s a lot, but even collectively it doesn’t quite do Marcus Goodyear jus...

Yesterday, one of the best writers I've run across -- both print and online -- posted this on one of her three blogs, Seedlings in Ston...

Without looking for it, I've been finding poetry on the web. I read poetry, but not on a regular basis. Last year, I wandered over to a ...

I’ve written before about a blog called Shrinking the Camel that I follow closely. It’s done by a business executive named Bradley Moore, w...