Great news! Starting today, I’ll be writing a Sunday column for journalist/novelist/co-memoirist-to-the-stars Aliya S. King’s website!
I’ve started to write poetry again this year, after a seven-year hiatus. So Aliya has invited me to write about my return to the genre in an ongoing series of Sunday posts.
Poetry Sundays with Stacia will discuss:
- the ups and [...]
Archive for August, 2009
Poetry Sundays with Stacia.
Posted in Poetry, Sundays with Stacia (Aliyasking.com) on August 30, 2009 | 2 Comments »
a birthday poem.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized on August 25, 2009 | 1 Comment »
My aunt’s birthday was last weekend and a lavish party was held in her honor at the Radisson in northeast Grand Rapids. This is the poem I penned and read for the occasion:
Aunt Melita, you’ve been
our moment in an African homeland,
otherwise only fabled.
You’ve enabled your nieces to feel
beautiful and pixied, your nephews
to believe themselves warriors [...]
Our Little Boys are Growing Up!: Mutemath’s Armistice.
Posted in Faith, Nonfiction, tagged Armistice, Darren King, greg hill, Mute Math, Paul Meany, roy mitchell-cardenas, sophomore albums on August 20, 2009 | 8 Comments »
Mutemath’s sophomore album (if you’re only counting the full-length LPs and the Warner Bros.’ releases) dropped two days ago. I preordered it, something I’d never done in the several years that I’ve had iTunes, so I was almost startled Tuesday at the crack of midnight, when it became available to me. (What? So soon?) I [...]
Maranatha: Chapter 15.
Posted in Fiction, Maranatha (novel excerpts), tagged Christian private school, may-december romance on August 10, 2009 | 1 Comment »
- Chapter 15 -
“Tell me about your wife,” she said in the morning, with her head at the foot of the bed and her toes tapping out a rhythm on the wall above the headboard. Gideon flounced onto his left side and propped himself up on an elbow. Maranatha felt deliriously happy and childlike, and [...]
Maranatha: Chapter 14.
Posted in Fiction, Maranatha (novel excerpts), tagged Faith, may-december romance, pentecostals on August 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
- Chapter 14 -
Maranatha had heard, years ago, that the Agees lived in a mansion. According to the inter-church gossip circuit, it was a gated twelve-acre estate high on a hill and surrounded with flowering trees that made their home invisible from the road. At Christmas, they hosted Gatsbyesque soirees, opening their house to other [...]
