MARC HOSCH

“Letter To Elvis” by Marc Hosch I never saw your grave, but I saw your statue While on layover at an airport in Memphis, Nashville’s similar but contrarian sibling. You were holding a guitar, strumming an E7 And some thought you barely knew how to play, But I always wondered if you were just shy And virtuosity wasn’t your kind of rock-n-roll. Were you a Pentecostal trapped in a Baptist body Or a Baptist trapped in a Pentecostal body? Were you a good ol’ boy from the South Who loved the Lord and loved his Momma, But life was on and it was yours for the taking, Even if it meant taking the path many-a-man Before you traveled down and never returned? You’d swivel your hips and society jeered, Sneering at the vulgarity of raw human expression. At first, you were agape as you insisted this is how Many professors of faith in church moved when they Worshipped their Heavenly Father with tongues aflame. And I believe you believed that reasoning – at first. But you and I b...

“Well,” she said, “there’s always yellow. Sunrise gold, promise of a new day and new mercies as promised to us by God. There’s also red - new blood, new life, holy sacrifices upon two boards of wood for all of us. Or blue. Limitless opportunities, holy renewal, raging depression calmed by outstretched hands. Don’t forget purple, too. Royal and regal, but never too bold if done with the utmost humility…” Her voice trailed off as if to contemplate the other colors and schemes of the rainbow dancing in her mind, trying to see how she could best explain it in layman’s terms. “You’re right,” I said in an assuring tone. “I don’t know what color to paint the wall, either.”

Well, hello there. My, it’s been a long, long time. How am I doing? Oh I guess that I’m doin’ fine. It’s been so long, now, But it seems that it was yesterday. Ain’t it funny how time slips away? ~ from “Funny How Time Slips Away” by Willie Nelson So… How you been? I know. The last post I published was on June 29, 2020. It was Part 1 of my exploration of The Beatitudes in a post titled “A Way To Be”. I still like it enough that I’ll publish a Part 2 soon. But before I do, I feel as though I owe an explanation of sorts for why the Blogspot silence. Oh, wait. No one cares. Time slipped away, the world continued to turn on its axis, and the world’s civilizations forged ahead without my musings. So I guess I will just write this for my own sanity, then. Truth be told, I hit a wall. When I started this blog, I had an overarching and (in retrospect) romanticized idea of what I wanted it to be. I wanted to post poems, songs, thoughts on socio-political issues if I felt like it, and commentary...