The Western ChristmasI’m sitting at my local pub enjoying an excellent English pale ale, listening to various festive music selections in the background, and…Dec 23, 2021Dec 23, 2021
The Virtue of SteelIt was in the blade that cut across the sky. A sword that led us, despite the fear, we must die. Beautiful and terrible, we rallied around…Nov 29, 2021Nov 29, 2021
People of Conspicuous ThoughtThey tell you what to think, and they tell you what to do. They may know the Abyss, but they do not know you. Their words are not to help…Jul 25, 2021Jul 25, 2021
The Shadow-childImagine a child not much taller than an adult’s waist and small enough for a grandparent to lift with only some difficulty. The child has…Jul 11, 2021Jul 11, 2021
The Meaning between the WordsA short reflection on the soullessness that follows from runaway postmodernismJun 21, 2021Jun 21, 2021
Memory’s ViolenceAnother’s pain creates the cloud of our brain. The violence we have paid it cannot be undone. We speak without thinking and strike without…Jun 14, 2021Jun 14, 2021
Our Ledge, a poemWe sit on our ledge, and darkness surrounds. We cannot go up, and we cannot go down. Faith strong and true may drop us to light, But left…Jun 11, 2021Jun 11, 2021
