i tripped

i tripped and fell

but as i fell

 

i invited everything

i passed

 

to fall

with me

i’d like to write

a poem for people

who never read poems

it would be hard

it would have to have

legs to jump up and down

and little arms to wave

to get their attention

but first it would have to

sneak into their house

you’ll sit sometimes

and wonder

whether god ever had

any plan for you

when you swore

at one point he did

but now any plan seems

far away

and irrelevant

which of course

is part of the plan

he never had for you

if i had a football team

their colors would be

oak-leaf green against

the gold of dry summer 

grass about an hour

before sunset and

practice would be

canceled constantly

 

BOOKS

How to Believe in Science and also in Something Beyond

Five Essays on Why Science Can Coexist with Spirituality

Advice for Me

and Maybe You

Free this Morning

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The Truth Cannot Be Told in Prose

It Takes 101 Haiku

The Morning I Married the Sky

Making Belief:
Speaking for a

Natural, Intelligent, Outlandish Faith 

 

From Amazon Reviews of

Chris's poetry

Chris has an eye, and an ear for the sights and sounds the world makes, those that often slip past. He stays attuned for the rest of us. And he communicates the music that is found there, and gives us his clear-eyed (and sharply heard) translations of what most of us let disappear before it even gets here, to where we are. Necessary poems.

Kevin Dyer

Loved this book, soulful and wistful and whimsical... Without an ounce of drama or soppiness. No negativity or torment either. Just Chris's own unique view...he really 'sees' the world and his place in it... He imparts an element of contentment to me as I read. Great for those moments of respite, where one sinks into their favorite seat, with a steaming mug on the table next to them. I first bought the Kindle edition, but then decided that the electronic gadget did no justice to the emotional content of the book, so I also bought the hard copy. My only regret is that I could not leave two reviews! More please! '

re-reading these poems is like... sharing a cup of coffee with an old friend in a coffee shop. Dingman's humor, insight, and open-hearted acceptance of the world in all its wonder provides a refreshing pause to a day. read his poems. then reread them.enjoy the dance.

Andrew Campbell

CC

 

BIO

About Me

My official writing career began in college where I wrote humor for The Harvard Lampoon. As the world beyond school neared, strange poetry emerged. Too strange for me. After graduating, I went on to wear the hat of a teacher, tutor, screenwriter, and singer-songwriter.

 

Then, around 2012, I tried a new approach to creativity. I wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t have any expectations. I set aside time in the morning to sit with coffee, a notebook, a view out a window, and complete permission. I could write anything or nothing at all. That’s when these poems appeared.

 

They are less strange. Or maybe I just got more strange. Or maybe it’s some of both. In any case, I like them just fine.

Chris Spark is a recently adopted pen name.

You'll find some of my past work under my given name, Chris Dingman. 

Listen to the Music:

a little more about me

Bells & Whistles

I graduated from Harvard, summa cum laude with a BA in Biology, in 1987. Since then I’ve optioned a comedy screenplay to Warner Bros., done other writing work for Hollywood, released three CDs of original songs while gigging with the band Crooked Roads, and published several books of poetry and philosophical non-fiction. One of my Lampoon pieces was recently included alongside those of John Updike and Conan O’Brien in The Best of the Harvard Lampoon: 140 Years of American Humor. One of my poetry books, Advice for Me and Maybe You, was the eleventh best-selling book overall at The Depot Bookstore in Mill Valley, CA (until it closed for renovation). I’m a contributor to The American Bystander, which Newsweek called “the last great humor magazine.”

 

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