Daniel Kent (@thatdankent) was born to a 14 year old mother in the humorless tundra of Northern Minnesota. He went to college to figure out if God exists and taught his first college course when he was 25. He wrote his first novel when he was 12 (a nature adventure story, hand-written on 20 sheets of loose-leaf paper and sent off to New York for publication. Unfortunately, the publishing company was "not considering material of this type at this time").

Due to a chronic tendency to underestimate the difficulty of a task, combined with a spirit of stubborn determination, Daniel decided to learn programming and created 420fables.com. Realizing he was a lousy programmer, he returned to his love of writing and his first book ("The Training of KX12") has been a surprise hit.

He is the editor in chief (and occasional contributor) for Greg Boyd's blog ReKnew.org and is the host of the wildly popular podcast: "Greg Boyd: Apologies & Explanations."

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  • where wind comes from
    by Dan Kent on November 16, 2018 at 1:51 pm

    I used to think the leavesbunched on the treescreated the windlike I’d step outsideinto the shine the trees would see meand they’d eruptin greetingcrazy wavingsaying helloand their wavingpushed the airdown the […]

  • Mangoes
    by Dan Kent on August 2, 2018 at 6:53 pm

    mangoes drop from treeswith a thuddown hereand we are thrilled by thismangoes for usback homethey’re like 9 dollars eachand so it’s a pretty cool thingto pick them free up off the grassall that falls from treesback […]

  • the man in the corner
    by Dan Kent on July 26, 2018 at 10:09 pm

    the music here is goodI swirl my drinkthe ice cube clinksI like this placewellexcept one thingthe man in the cornerwho sits in the darkhe’s always thereand always sitsaloneall he does is laughat anything I saysuppose I tell him […]

  • a close shave
    by Dan Kent on July 26, 2018 at 10:08 pm

    from the waist upI was nakeddriving fasta small battery powered razor in my hand pressed firm to my cheekvibrating and grindingtough stubbleI was real excited for my new jobat this Italian CafeI couldn’t be latebut the trouble […]

  • my meeting got bumped so I walked around Grand Avenue for a while
    by Dan Kent on July 20, 2018 at 11:44 pm

    it was that part of towneveryone likeswith hotshot bars and fancy cafesI walked aroundthe stores with the namesno one can pronouncewith the gorgeous brick and glassframing the fronts(overflowing dumpstershidden in back)people […]

  • improbable win
    by Dan Kent on July 6, 2018 at 5:33 pm

    in the summers as a boyI’d go up northto my grandparents cabinHackensack Minnesotathey’d bring me to auctions and buy me hot dogsand root beerthey’d bid on chainsawsand wheel barrows kerosene lampsand mechanical cuckoo […]

  • sips
    by Dan Kent on June 15, 2018 at 10:51 am

    sirens in the distancethe cops are on the searchpeople flood the coffee shopthe coffee shop is churchthe traffic never stopsthe sheep are in a trancehypnotized with Starbucked eyestattoos and saggy pantsshirts untucked with comfy shoessome […]

  • Counter Weight
    by Dan Kent on June 1, 2018 at 11:28 pm

    I was third in linebottled water andPeanut M&Msin my handTanishaat the cash registersmacked bubble-gumboasted bigflamboyant hair and girth that rubbed over the counter-top edge.She looked downwith lazy eyesat some customer-lady who […]

  • once the crumbling starts it's hard to stop
    by Dan Kent on May 25, 2018 at 6:34 pm

    once the crumbling starts it’s hard to stopmy mom is trying to quitsmokingagainit does seem differentthis timebutI’ve been despairing deathlatelynot deathper semorethe gradual destruction of God’s good creationthe […]

  • nudging the sprouts
    by Dan Kent on May 18, 2018 at 2:25 pm

    we’ve got this lousy patchof unkempt lawn along the westside of our driveway.B planted wildflowers thereand even a few giantsunflowers.we go out every dayto look but it’s mostlyunwanted weeds.dandelion and crab grassand […]

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A POEM FOR A FRIDAY

it was a Friday
the sky was blue
the stoplights all
were green
things were done
when they were due
the whiteboards
were all clean
the hurdles
were all small
and heaven
wasn't cancelled
after all.

I love the fact people sometimes find stories interesting in which no money or death or weirdness is involved. Sometimes stories are just interesting: https://t.co/RHk0Fx4GB2

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