Between

by Lane | Poetry, Writing

Between This line  And the next I may have Fought a dragon Or was it a dragonfly?   Between  This line And the next I may have strolled around the block Or down the lane On another planet. Between  This line And the next I may have chatted with a friend Over a...

Friends of the Blind Man at Bethsaida – Mark 8: 22-26

by Lane | Writing

Josiah’s been my best friend since birth, or so our mothers say. I don’t remember us crawling in the dust together or toddling among the olive grove as our mothers gathered olives. What I do remember is how he loved trees, climbing them, even when we were so very...

Cross Training for Creativity

by Lane | Writing

Any personal trainer will tell you that cross training is good for the body.  If you swim, walk. If you walk, lift weights. If you lift weights, run. If you run, swim. You get the drift. Muscles become familiar with the familiar, even a bit sedated, so switching it up...

This Is About Poetry

by Lane | Writing

  This is about poetry. This is about prose. This is not about equations And this has never been about what’s only black and white. This is about moments captured in cinnamon and cayenne.   This is about what is ancient. This is about what is fresh. This is...

Psalm 43:3 A Reflection on Sending

by Lane | Writing

Psalm 43:3 Send forth Your light and Your truth, Let them bring me to Your holy mountain, To the place where You dwell.   O send forth  Your Light  here among darkness that so easily engulfs me. O send forth Your Truth  here among too-easily believed lies. O send...

The Stations of the Cross

by Lane | Easter, Lent, Stations of the Cross, Writing

A Valley and a Hill One Good Friday holy habit is to meander slowly by The Stations of the Cross which depict Jesus’ last hours.   In the center of San Luis, Colorado’s oldest town, a mesa rises above the vast valley, offering a poignant climb to Calvary.  ...