• About miltybc

    Blogging since December 2005

    http://donteatalone.com

    practice

    by  • April 18, 2016 • music, poetry • 4 Comments

    canstockphoto15166065

    practice I spent the evening singing harmony with a pick-up gospel choir— songs I didn’t know parts I didn’t know offering me the gentle reminder that listening comes first, then you sing. Peace, Milton

    Read more →

    zacchaeus

    by  • April 17, 2016 • love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments

    zacchaeus-1

    zacchaeus when I think of the tiny tax collector clinging to the tree waiting for Jesus to pass by I imagine my father there a short man with low self-esteem willing to go out on a limb hoping love would call him by name somehow my mother is there too taking Jesus by the...

    Read more →

    narrative

    by  • April 14, 2016 • grace, incarnation, poetry • 5 Comments

    narrative

    A pilgrimage is a journey set in a story. — Paul Elie, interview for On Being (as best I can remember the quote) narrative I love to tell the story says the old hymn— not I love to tell the doctrine; we do well to read in the beginning as another way of saying...

    Read more →

    prine time

    by  • April 13, 2016 • music, poetry • 5 Comments

    la-et-ms-stagecoach-2014-john-prine-michael-nesmith-luke-bryan-20140428

    prine time the first time I saw John Prine we were both much younger he sang fish and whistle—you forgive us and we’ll forgive you—and then the one about the angel that I learned too the last time I saw him was the night before his cancer had returned and he sang for almost...

    Read more →

    workout

    by  • April 12, 2016 • poetry, words • 6 Comments

    Running on treadmill

    workout I started the day by going to the gym (things I rarely write for 400, Alex), wishing the process of lessening my presence on the planet did not involve rooms with pumped up jams and rows of televisions blasting morning shows. I came prepared with headphones and the podcast of a poet—Mary Oliver,...

    Read more →

    wordless

    by  • April 11, 2016 • durham, poetry • 4 Comments

    cocoa cinnamon

    I spent the first ten days of April back in Durham, doing some book things, some cookies business, and seeing good friends in a place that feels like home to me. In the process, I haven’t kept my promises to write each day during April. Here is my defense. wordless I know I’ve been...

    Read more →

    window

    by  • April 4, 2016 • durham, hope, poetry • 2 Comments

    light

    window the late afternoon light is the color of gratitude wouldn’t you say as the shadows grow longer and the coming chill pulls us closer what else is there but thank you Peace, Milton

    Read more →

    question

    by  • April 3, 2016 • baseball, grief, poetry • 4 Comments

    image

    question It”s Opening Day . . . (well, the Red Sox start tomorrow) I have moved from coffee shop to brewery trying to catch the metaphor. Is it as simple as the pitcher misses the strike zone, the catcher misses the tag, and I miss my mother, who has been gone half a season...

    Read more →

    suspended animation

    by  • April 2, 2016 • change, durham, poetry • 1 Comment

    free fall

    I had every intention of using National Poetry Writing Month as an impetus to keep me writing regularly during April, and then I spent the day traveling yesterday and missed Day One. So, I will begin my quest on Day Two. suspended animation I’m sitting at a shared table late on a Saturday morning...

    Read more →