Posts by Paul Crenshaw

Field Trip photo
October 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Field Trip

Paul Crenshaw

Once, when I accompanied my daughter and her 3rd grade class on a school field trip, one of the other fathers shit his pants. I’m not sure when it occurred, but by the time we reached the second

Number One photo
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction

Number One

Paul Crenshaw

Years later I think of the poetry of peeing. The rhythm and alliteration of Russian race horse, the quick dicks and fricatives, the two tree tonals, the rhyme of drain the main vein.

Intercourse is a Longer Word Than Jesus photo
August 8, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Intercourse is a Longer Word Than Jesus

Paul Crenshaw

This was the summer after seventh grade, and all my thoughts were sinful, according to the church. The year before I had confessed all my crimes and a man in hip waders held me under water until all the evil in me had fled the power of Christ’s approach, but now, in the early stages of my adolescence, I was obsessed with the opposite sex.

 

My Dad Says The Sun photo
February 8, 2019 | Nonfiction

My Dad Says The Sun

Paul Crenshaw

My dad says the sun don’t shine on the same dog’s ass every day. He says if you ain’t the lead dog the scenery never changes. If you can’t run with the big dogs then stay on the porch. 

Names photo
November 2, 2015 | Nonfiction

Names

Paul Crenshaw

Keller was Killer and Weaver was Weiner and Penn was Penis or just a dick.