John 2:23-25 New American Standard Bible (NASB) 23 Now when He was in Jerusalem at the Passover, during the feast, many believed in His name, observing His signs which He was doing. 24 But Jesus, on His part, was not entrusting Himself to them, for He knew all men, 25 and because He did not need anyone to … Continue reading and now a word from our Father…
There is some bad poetry on this blog. There's some decent writing. This is a legitimate time capsule of Jaclyn, sampling a limited selection of moods and phases. I wish I'd kept better track of this metamorphosis. My intent is to return to my early ways of consistent written disclosure, especially about myself. You could … Continue reading Scrape the Rust, Oil the Joints
that night the jury rolled back in, our courtroom was dull, like a tin can after rains. faces were condensed. words bolted through, and flashed-- then the rumble all around. we sat still, no shelter. storms keep coming. they're always coming, never going. did you feel a drop? did you feel it sprinkle? i … Continue reading The Mystery Verdant
I wrote a version of this fable about four years ago. My dear friend, Jules, left an encouraging word on this very blog about it being even stronger than my undergraduate work. In my estimation, "homemade gods" v.1.0 was a good start, but in comparison to the under-girding thoughts, the piece was underdeveloped and showing … Continue reading homemade gods, v. 2.0
Not satisfied with the lineation, but this is just the 1st revision from my initial notes, jotted on the back inside cover of my now latest used-up journal.How I'm feeling these days... Since it's fairly nebulous at this stage, I offer the following epigrams to hopefully shed light while we wait for the workshop dust … Continue reading Landwhale Rescue — revision 1
Since I began teaching, Sunday afternoons and evenings have become my food prep days. The shopping game is so satisfying-- plotting my daily menu, then fighting to drive my weekly grocery total lower and lower. This week was successful-- forty cents beneath my lowest record, and an all-new all-real-food menu. But even more satisfying than … Continue reading A picture of [dependence]
We can't go back.