Category Archives: preacher’s kid


He calls himself “fashion poet”,

One or two others know it…

In pursuits

Avoiding lawsuits,

He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!

Him being man and all,

Must carefully judge his call…

With less passion

Than stereotypical fashion,

Not being the Beast at the ball.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell



If any stereotype’s ripe,

To be broken and flushed down the pipe…

The Pastor’s kid

And what he did,

Ought to be worth a snipe!

“Theological Offspring:

Is the same with a fancier ring…

Expected to shime

Or act divine,

And in Junior Choir sing!

My brother and I were sent

By normal precedent…

To the local parrish

We wouldn’t (dare) embarrass

Our pareents at any event.!

EXCEPT…early for me…

Had an itch so scratched it “monkeY”…

Laughs from the crowd

Rang out loud—

I’d spoiled its dignity.

Let’s not go into the time

They let me read poetry “blind”…

My call to worship

Caused a few hearts’ skip,

That was the LAST IME…they didn’t preread mine!

–Jonathan Caswell

The Author’s Dad was the Protestant Chaplain at the Bunghamton Psychiatric Center (in New York State) for over 30 years…and sometimes helped in his Dad’s worship services for the patients.