Tuesday, January 5, 2016

25)"Snow" by Zach Winters






Paste Magazine calls Zach Winters’ songs “perfect for a hushed afternoon in the season that bears his name.” The new 15-song album, Monarch, is ruminating and warm, with strings and pianos carrying forward Winters’ unique brand of folk.
In 2015, Winters has been on tour throughout the US, musically migrating with his family and playing shows with Josh Garrels, Will Reagan, A Boy & His Kite, and Aaron Strumpel. October will see him traveling to the Southern Hemisphere to join Holly Arrowsmith for shows throughout Australia & New Zealand. He has had the honor to sing for Syrian refugees, laboring mothers, orphans in Mexico, and his friends, neighbors and family. He & his family reside on the Great Plains.  Check out his music at http://zachwinters.bandcamp.com

Monday, January 4, 2016

24)"Take My Wretched Thinking" Kendall Faust



Name: Kendall Faust Birthplace/Current City: Pensacola, FL Prime Occupation: Videography Fun Fact: Could consume crawfish everyday.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

23)Photography by Krista Kahsen











Krista Kahsen is a young photographer, church pianist, and hometown missionary in Michigan. She is currently studying English through CollegePlus and enjoys being a camp counselor when she gets the chance. Check out her blog and like her photography page below:

Saturday, January 2, 2016

22)"Redemption Knocked" Krista Kahsen

Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


Throughout that day
I washed and cleaned
scrubbed and swept
My Inn - From top to bottom


Preparing for
The native travelers
Who worn and tired
Needed a place to lay


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


One by one
I welcomed each guest
Offered them water
And a key to their room


Pristine and perfect
Were each of their spaces
Lain with clean linens
And bowls - To wash their faces


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


Retired to my bed
At half-past ten
I contented myself
With the work I had done


Each guest now lies
Quite comfortably still
In the beds and the places
That I crafted for them


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


Knocked.
Knock.
Knocking.


That persistent knock- who could it be?
The rooms are filled
The door has been shut
I cannot possibly take another


From out of my slumber
I walk to the door
To open and behold
A young couple - Standing there


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


Asking for a corner
Maybe a crumble too
Of my possessions to share
I shook my head -
And said I had nothing


The man pleaded and begged
Telling of the child
That was nearly due
“I don’t have room” -
Was all I could say


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


I thought for a moment
Of the bed where I sleep
Surely I could give up
One night for these travelers


But no!
I hadn’t washed my linens
Nor swept my floors -
I hadn’t dusted the corners
Or patched the lingering holes


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more


I mustn’t let them in.
I mustn’t let them see.
Me behind -
My generosity


So turning they went
Away from my Door
To settle in the Stable
On the straw-strewn floor


Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
Krista Kahsen is a young photographer, church pianist, and hometown missionary in Michigan. She is currently studying English through CollegePlus and enjoys being a camp counselor when she gets the chance. Check out her blog and like her photography page below:

Friday, January 1, 2016

21)Winter Photography by Anthony Plato

Kelso, Scottish Borders


Stonehaven, Aberdeenshire


Inverness


Stonehaven, Aberdeenshire

Stonehaven, Aberdeenshire



Stonehaven, Aberdeenshire

Kelso, Scottish Borders


Glasgow
Kelso, Scottish Borders

Kelso, Scottish Borders


Anthony Plato is a photographer and mad scientist in Glasgow, Scotland.  Check out his photography on Flickr.  

Thursday, December 31, 2015

20)"New Year's Eve" Takē Kanz



TakÄ“ Kanz is a (usually acoustic) singer-songwriter wandering around Poland with his guitar.  He loves recording and old Hollywood movies.  Check out more of his groovy music on Soundcloud.  

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

19)"A Lonely Leaf" Robert Best



A lonely leaf at last gives way
To join the vibrant forest floor.
Autumnal rage has had its day,
And quiet Winter knocks the door.

The days grow short and light recedes
Before the grasping winter night.
The harvest heat to cold concedes,
And Nature shivers in her plight.

The birds have fled to southern lands,
And wary bears have gone to ground.
A chilly pilgrim rubs their hands
Upon a journey homeward bound.

In howling wind and driving snows
The traveller must forge their path,
But in their hearts the home-fire glows
And guides them through the snow storm's wrath.

But hope is frail when darkness reigns,
When sap is freezing in the trees
And ice is coursing through your veins,
For then it seems all life will freeze.

And ghosts are born in winter time
And rise each year to grip our hearts.
An ever striking pantomime
Where memory replays its parts.

A few bring grief and others joy,
Of love, long gone or never found
Or waiting, whether girl or boy
In love we trust, our hopes abound.

And so the trials of darkest night
And bitter bite of deepest cold
Remind us how to seek the light,
And find our warmth within the fold.

In company our freedom lies
From bleak despair and lonely grief.
That's why the pilgrim always tries
To reach the door that hangs a wreath.

Beyond that door is festive cheer,
Where song and laughter fill the air.
So come and taste the food and beer
And curl up on a fireside chair.

The weary pilgrim finds their home
And through the storm their knocking's heard.
They now no longer need to roam
And “Joy” has got the final word.


Joy.



Robert Best is a Corellian starfighter trapped inside the body of a Terrestrial security guard outside Edinburgh. He handwrites most of his work to while away his long and lonely night shifts. However, if you wanted to hear more of his poetry or read his fantastical fiction you're going to have to wait for him to get off his backside to put it online.