Winter Poems (Part One)

I Said Goodbye to the Virginia I Know Well  Goodbye, Virginia.      Goodbye, bantam cities, modest country.      Goodbye to the heartlands; Nelson, Amherst County, Louisa and its salty foothills and the old town roads of Orange.      Send me out in the shady warped embrace of the pale Virginia timbers. The narrows, crooked and …

Man of Steel

Oh, man of steel. I hate your ways. You are all-perfect. You sing with a pitch that is fine-tuned for praise. Your voice thunders ‘neath the feet of evil-doers. You wake the righteous. Your song is sung in the court of the highest, for you are all-giving. You give yourself. You give your love. You …

Give. Love.

Open your heart to the ones who give freely to you. Give to the ones who don’t appreciate your presence. Learn that winning someone’s heart, in friendship or in romance, is a means to an end, and all friends and lovers and misfits are ends in and of themselves. Don’t give for the sake of …

Woo! (Non-fiction)

I was working on the night of Liberty’s opening football game in September. It was on a Saturday, and I was helping the project crew move tables and chairs from the stadium to the warehouse. It was the night I met Liberty’s biggest fan. We drove up and down University Boulevard all night. We looked …

What if, when I was a boy…

What if, when I was a boy, I thought I would change the world? What if, when I was a boy, I thought I would be big? I thought I would make a name to be remembered? I thought I would touch the masses? What if I believed in me before I knew who I …

The Hopes and Dreams I Fear to Have

I walk the streets with my little heart in hand. With all the hopes and dreams I fear to have, in my pockets. And I sprinkle them on the streets and wish upon the lamplight. And have faith that they might come true some day. But for that to happen, this little heart will have …

Scrum Dilly (Non-fiction)

Every Sunday, I go into church to help with the Sunday school class. Miss Trudy is the woman who leads it. We don’t get very many children, but she always has a lesson and a craft for them. She knows a lot of songs and stories, Miss Trudy does. And she sings them and tells …

Pictures (Non-Fiction)

Photos by Jody Johnston On Tuesday, we took pictures. I had come by Jane’s neighborhood over the weekend and told all of the kids to be around that afternoon. Jody was coming to take pictures of them and they were all excited. Even Qita, Mani and Quoia’s mother, had asked to be in the pictures. …