In honor of and inspired by Shawna Scarborough.Read more
I go, then, to enjoy one of those under-the-evening- out-of-the-exhausted-daylight-hours moments. Here is a freshly laid table of half-eaten dessertsRead more
The reality that is always real.
Words by Ben Plunkett. Images by Brandon Atwood.Read more
I don’t know your face.
I know the shape of it…
The progressing nature of the path of lifeRead more
Our winter stars shine in adorned
worship when heaven on earth
the happy days,
the mellow ways
the lays, the lines
streaming the tree of time
The beautiful and broken body of Christ. (445 words)Read more
A new poem by Ben Plunkett. In video form!Read more
The song of a game of global conquest that changed the world of man forever. And maybe even longer than that.Read more