Poetry
Poetry by Drew Downs
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I wrote a poem in the water
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1 min read
I wrote a poem in the water.Swimming with the familyit flowed and buoyantly carried me,along the beach, drifting likememory or expectations.Inflated like a float,I somehow became free of both.
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Grandma’s Cookies
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1 min read
I made my grandma’s cookiesyesterday. My kids didn’t reallylike them. And why would they?They don’t really resemble a cookieat all. They are far more like agranola bar, cut into bricks and stored in plasticware. I remember them always in the pantry. Enough for visitors–the grandchildren, of course. I’m not sure we liked them much, but…
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Have you ever laid in the dirt?
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6 min read
A poem for All Saints’ Day about the Beatitudes, the spirit of God, and what it means to be alive in this moment.
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Rich
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2 min read
There’s a strange view people have about money: that it somehow is permanently theirs.
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Learning to Meditate
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1 min read
As Reggie focused on his breath, drawing his lungs full, he was reminded of balloons.
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Fair Play
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7 min read
You’re never the big winner. That’s Brett. He always wins. You watch as he deals the cards. He must be really good. Relatively speaking though, you’re not half bad. Your pile of chips is modest (it always seems to be). In the end, you’re pretty used to walking away with a little more than you…