Hospitality, Vol. 24, No. 6 White suburbanites exhausted from long hours in ever larger, 120-mile-per-hour cars and SUVs that barely move fifteen miles an hour on the long polluted unfree freeways head back to frozen zones of gated compounds filled with fences. Ennui slips slowly around the barbeque grills like mist over [...]
Hospitality, vol. 23, no. 3 Jesus, Thank you, my leader and light, face of Yahweh; for your way (your journey from Bethlehem to Golgotha), your truth (the Beloved Community is at hand), your life (after we pick up our cross and are born again). Your life of freedom (“Be not [...]
Hospitality, vol. 23, no. 3 They biked up the hill With no chains on It was really pushing up the hill. At the top, free at last, They found their chains. But No one could see them Not even You or I. Oh, how easy and sweet ‘tis To coast downhill in chains! [...]
December 25, Always Hospitality, vol. 23, no. 3 I was born backwards Falling Out of time. Her teeth snarling in reverse Chewing on my chicken tongue I could only speak in silence. Packed in ice I burned green like fire Red like John the Baptist’s Furnace For those who give not Their [...]
Hospitality, vol. 23, no. 3 Jesus suffered outside the city, so that his life would free people from the domination system. That is why we should go outside the system and share Jesus’ disgrace. (Hebrews 13:12-13, Street Adaptation) ‘Tis the homeless hated that hurt so: Not alone for those who freeze In [...]
January 1, 2004 – 3:49 pm
Hospitality, vol. 23, no. 1 The box kept flying open On the pickup backboard A hand waved A foot kicked Till the flap Fell flat again. Mexicans without Moses or Joshua Riding, bumping, running, sliding, hiding, hunted, Their way across the howling wilderness into the Promised Land, The American Empire The promises [...]
Hospitality, vol. 22, no. 5 If God were to bless America What would become of the War-mongering Southern Baptist Convention? A heresy Born in 1845 to justify In Jesus’ name, white people Twisting into monsters Buying and selling girls and boys, women And men as chattel things. Or, would the spirit of love and [...]
Hospitality vol. 19, no. 5 May 2000 Wasps too can love Not like the beautiful bees Brown and yellow from the hollow Tree beyond your lawn who fondles fragile flowers and drips honey in their homes. Wasps too can love Oh, not like big black buzzing Bumble bees biting Circling the apple trees [...]
November 1, 1999 – 8:31 pm
Hospitality Vol. 18, no.11 by Ed Loring He … of beautiful Blue eyes alone, sad, cerulean, fearful Waiting in the calm quiet cumulus dosed afternoon at a SUBWAY eating 2 gold chains like melting bronze snakes circling his throat 48 looks 56 white hair fattening for the kill but already the [...]
Like a bullfrog In a boy’s box He jumped Banging against the metal wall. Diving into undulant headlines of Mass murders in Buckheadtown when Market values fell like a hawk Hungry for amphibian flesh. He had hopped oft times before This Sabbath morn. His way of taking leave Like Santa up the chimney [...]
