For Harold: A Tetrameter Tribute

Here's a recording of FOR HAROLD, a tetrameter piece of poetry I did for my dear friend Harold Lipford when I found about his passing. The text is below.  Words can't do it, but this will be my contribution.  For those of you who don't know, Harold presided over my marriage to Anjie almost 34 …

Why I Write

Why do I write? Popular wisdom says to “start with the end in mind.”  So often, I write without much of an end in mind at all.   I start from where I am, the movement of forces inside me, and work out from there.   Usually, it begins with a scan of attention across my inner …

Count the Beautiful Things, Part 2

I wrote a second day's worth.   It's not poetry, really, but here it is.   We could do this sort of thing everyday, and never run out of counting.   Just thankful. Especially for this beautiful bunch.   Not together this year for Thanksgiving, but they'll always be with me, whichever holiday table finds …

THE BATTING CAGE: One Story, Two Perspectives

Here's an interesting thing, a chance to get the same father-son story from the perspective of two writers.    Daniel, my son, had an interesting (not exactly tragic, but close) baseball experience when he was little, and later that night, after it happened, I sat and wrote the whole thing down, so I wouldn't forget. …

Spinning…

Truth is…I’m spinning. Anybody else spinning with me? It’s hard to be honest about that spinning, because frankly, life works better when spinning is at a minimum, and balance reigns. What do I mean by spinning? I mean this: to sit at my computer (surrounded by an office of books on Christian faith, creativity, writing, …

Poetry Tuesday: “Love. What Is This Word?”

Got your coffee?  A cup of tea?   Here we go. So the conversation begins (see yesterday's post) with a sampling of my tetrameter (eight syllables per line, roughly) musings, a discipline I've continued each morning for over a year now.   I've decided to ignore whether or not these writings can properly be called …

On Living Longer Than Dad

­ I have now lived ten days longer than my father. As we flew to Hawaii on Friday, April 12, I was thoughtful of another date: July 23, 1988, was Jimmy Joe Berryman’s 19,707th day, and his last. April 12, 2013 was Jeffrey William Berryman’s 19,707th day.  All that day, I reflected on the fact …