Wendell Berry Oh how my whole being loves your Sabbath, Wendell An act of worship to walk those forest trails How close you seem to the God of creation Immersed in what He made But I have a question: Does God require the absence of humanity Before He will [...]

I am part of an online writers group, and to honor National Poetry Month we challenged our members to take a risk, do something new, and try to pen some poetry.  As an added incentive we proposed to compile the collection into an eBook. It was an honor and a [...]

Years ago I was on an email list for the Bruderhof community. It was mostly a daily devotional from writers like Johann Christoph Arnold. One day there was a poem. But it wasn’t just a poem.  It was a prayer. It has become my yearly spring wake-up call. The words [...]

Can We At Least Agree On This? (c) 2012 Jon Trott / Music for Dystopians, Inc. Listening to Boney M sing about Zion’s Daughter Watching Gaza Mother hold her remains after slaughter I wish I had the Spirit of Christmas instead of breaking down Words from another piece of trash [...]

  Beauty and Grief (c) 2012 Jon Trott Beauty and Grief spin inside my prism Colors spilling down across my cheeks I’m not sure of anything except this thing A man will find what a man truly seeks If I write a story that denies self denial If I sing [...]

                        The Long Way to God (c) Jon Trott, October 2012  Be wary of the words you speak, friend Take care for truth and don’t pretend You know so much when you should know less Trade owning the certain [...]

Lower by Jon Trott Young, I imagined the limbs of black women wrapped around me, desperate for rescue, desperate for one white heart that understood. I strove with them in loving lust, Knew gentle every inch of skin, a Kiss

What’s So Special About Jesus (c) 2012 Jon Trott -=- We swim in a billion stories We drown in facts without meaning We thirst for relational love But violent lust is what we’re screening The lights go low on an empty stage The script is missing to the play We [...]

Big Gold Microphone (c) 2012 Jon Trott Lungs filled with hot air Stomach filled with bile Take a big bite outta hope Cuz only hate is worth your while Cashist fascist on the prowl Big gold mic catch your spit Blacks and girls and homeless For your verbal rapist kit [...]

Clockworth (c) 2012 Jon Trott The time ignored in our frothy party nights