i have heard the music of my own death sweet yet melancholy dancing at the end of some string the Puppeteer has chosen to lay the controls down and bring cease to my performance lifeless on the stage floor the curtains close to an empty house only the dust dangles upon the air in the [...]
i walk in half steps on the dark side of the moon searching for life my sons are treading out a path in the sand the wind covers their tracks i am ashamed and must return to the earth there perhaps i will find life for a moment there perhaps the eagle will return and [...]
Dearest Friends and Family, Why? Why Africa? Why ministry? Why? Whether I worked in the inner city, on the streets, in prisons, in churches, in the U.S. or abroad, I was always met with “Why?” Most of my adult life has been in the service of others, though I have been accused of being too [...]
cast your hope on Miughalaigh the journey draws to a close we can steer home from here kittiwakes, puffins and razorbills circle out to sea and back come home to your nests and night my friends cast you hope on Miughalaigh we’ve beat the beast of the sea one more time and we’re headed in [...]
i am my own death seeing into the far corner of time and space dust and shadow let’s walk together (there is no such thing) steps in time unity (light a candle and watch it flicker) the wind in our hair i took the hand of a white tiger a ghost cat and laid aside [...]
sad really what i have considered this day is hanging five different ways to hang myself all of which include rope the common thread the link between me and the free floating earth i cannot help it it comes on me with a pain so great that when i look at the pines outside my [...]
do not pity yourself, good man. you too will die. but not without some fever some sweat and some feint some laughter give pause to cherish the laughter in childhood we give it away like rain until seasons of age steal into our room frightening even the bad dreams and boogie men of youth then [...]
East African Service and Empowerment – EASE – is working together with Watershed Arts, MARS, Family of God Tabernacle Trust and ASB Karate International to bring relief and encouragement to the youth of Kenya. Recently, working in the Kiyole and Soweto slums of Nairobi, Garold Andersen of Watershed Arts taught seminars on creative communication to [...]
A team will mount up on wings and head back to Nairobi in October. We will finish the clinic begun in ’07, teach a soccer camp, train martial artists, do a theater and dance workshop and work with local officials in the care of orphans and the development of schools. You can be part of [...]
MARS groups in Africa have been working out for several years in their street clothes. I would like to provide uniforms for the faithful students. Uniform costs are about $20 with freight. If you would like to make a donation for uniforms send your donation to Watershed Corp of Texas PO Box 51 Dighton, Ks [...]
Venus and the flowers in her eyes the surprise of fall in bloom snow falling up why can so much be so little and so little so much she touches me and i can see sky behind the blindness of clouds lie to me tell me that you love me heal me with false promise [...]
Dighton, Kansas is oddly enough both the center of and the edge of the known universe. It is simultaniously somewhere and nowhere. There is not enough sting in my theory to explain – just trust me. Burroughs, Kerouac and Ginsberg descended here on trips to Denver from Wichita. It is the perfect pee stop and [...]
MARS groups in Africa have been working out for several years in their street clothes. I would like to provide uniforms for the faithful students. Uniform costs are about $20 with freight. If you would like to make a donation for uniforms send your donation to Watershed Corp of Texas PO Box 51 Dighton, Ks [...]
Dearest Friends and Family, Why? Why Africa? Why ministry? Why? Whether I worked in the inner city, on the streets, in prisons, in churches, in the U.S. or abroad, I was always met with “Why?” Most of my adult life has been in the service of others, though I have been accused of being too [...]
i have heard the music of my own death sweet yet melancholy dancing at the end of some string the Puppeteer has chosen to lay the controls down and bring cease to my performance lifeless on the stage floor the curtains close to an empty house only the dust dangles upon the air in the [...]
