Hello. I'm Chris Halverson, a Sophmore at the University of Oregon. I'm majoring in Religious studies and history. After the U of O I plan to go off to Seminary and become a Lutheran pastor. I also would like to be a writer one day. Speaking of which check out this poem.
WALKING THROUGH
By Chris Halverson

THE stress, of the shift, of the blue back of the black bird flashes
A snap, through the twelve titans at attention, clothed in rumpled brown
Their green swords are bowed low, a procession of swordsmen
Branches inviting in second

TWO old and new mirror dogs kneel
At the granite feet of the bridegroom’s marriage arches
Three synoptic squires, brothers, chatter in the afterglow
After them, one monolith, states aloud, what the three euphemized in private

WHAT, even low, the groundsman has greater glories than the titans
He dwells with punchy grey squirrels, full of faith
He bows lower still, to press ahead
What is dying for a day, three, a month, ten, or even a year

HE continues ahead, ahead, here, and then
Where are the graves, sepulcher?
All that remains, concrete squares
Empty