9th and Harrison

Harry watches television in silence.

God plants clues in everything, and Harry thinks
with enough silence, God will say who he is.

But these distractions, these sins; they’re not Harry’s
sins, but they want to be.

These sins want to inflate Harry’s ego and obscure God clues.

Harry searches God’s hiding places: asylums, dumpsters,
crack dens, hustlers, and speed freaks.

God swims in oceans of puke and dares Harry to follow.

Harry sleeps for two or three days in the sanitized houses
of God where pious friars who don’t know God tell him to
pray and give him deodorant.

Harry wants to belong to these men.

He wants clean hair and an eternally pregnant mother
dressed in stars.

But God is on the street across from the church sleeping
in a stream of piss.

How did it begin?

When Harry was five, he lapsed into the unhurried sleep of the
child and had a dream

 

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2018

DEAR MIRACLES | Love Letter to Our Children

A love Letter to our children.

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I surprised her with blue hair in honor of #AlopeciaAwareness for their final concert last night & let her wear a lil’ makeup for the occasion. I watched him getting dressed, whistling chord changes while buttoning his shirt and adjusting his locs now past his shoulders.

Being married to a musician for 19 1/2 yrs, I know how to care for musicians & creatives before their gigs. Ministering to them is finding a balance between leaving them alone in their zone AND making sure they have what they need.

I really wanted to pester these two before they hit last night…but I grabbed this pic as soon as everything was done.

I love you children with EVERY ounce of my being. Every single ounce. Please remain humble and don’t say “To God be the glory” with your mouths only but LIVE “To God be the glory”. Don’t just say “Thank…

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Eggshells

from Beauty Beyond Bones

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Have you ever baked a cake with a toddler?

If you haven’t, well, let’s just say that it’s…an experience.

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A cute, photo-op filled, splatter-fest, that, if you’re lucky, results in a cake that’s barely holding on for dear life.

This happened today.

You see, we’re celebrating my now-four-year-old niece’s birthday tonight while we’re all up at our lake home in Wisconsin for the Fourth of July.

And so this afternoon, part of making today special for her was to bake her birthday cake together.

She loves cooking in the kitchen, especially when it involves something sweet, so needless to say, she was having a ball.

And if you know anything about almost-four year olds, they are very independent, and want to do things themselves. And baking this cake was no different.

I’ll tell you what, the Type A perfectionist in me was doing everything I could to not just grab…

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