Have you been to paradise; don’t tell me about it, not because of my jealously but because I think it is different for everyone. Where Paradise Grows… that can be the only explanation as to why I have not found it yet; I can’t grow it alone though.

If love were water, you would be my flow. I’d seek you out just to quench my thirst…

Rescued off my Slush Pile, first Chapter of another Novel I started a long time ago, Let me know if its worth a second look.

A park in Canterbury.

Poetry about life in California.

Enjoying the outdoors.

Opening of the film. We follow Emma and her polaroid camera around the living room of the party house where all the characters – already well and truly into their individual stories – are congregated. We see flashes as Emma takes a pictures of each character and we see a still photograph of each polaroid picture as she takes them piling up one by one on the kitchen table thus to introducing the names of the characters …

My poetry.

This is Selah, the Hebrew word for pause and reflection, a space in which we become just a little bit more aware of our surroundings. How is God trying to speak to us today?

Written on 9.29.1998

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For some reason my heart resisted loving you.