my writings: from articles and reviews to poems and stories.
*first appeared on Dec. 20th in Ekstasis Magazine. Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes.(“And he turned his mind to unknown arts.”) — Ovid, Epigraph to A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man I. One night I lingered in the wet, thick air just a few hundred yards from the home of my youth. Diesel fumes… Continue reading Searching for the Hearth (Essay/Reflection) →
The Goldfincha short story5:42 A.M. – July 2nd, 1999 Moses Rochester wakes up with sleep crusted cross his eyes. It takes three tries for him to heave himself out of bed, releasing an audible “oomph!” each time. Once vertical, he lays his hands clumsily on his knees, resembling an antique ape. Sighing, he stares at… Continue reading The Goldfinch (Short Story) →
The scent of deet and fish bait (chicken liver and crickets)accompanied our outings, along with the dull aroma ofGeorgia pond water, which only ripples in the wind. I learned about tadpoles there, catching them in opaqueplastic cups and watching them swivel around endlessly.I didn’t believe in evolution, not even in the life ofa tadpole, never… Continue reading The Solomon Farm (Poem) →
Since (strangely enough) my previous review and analysis of Paul Tillich’s Theology of Culture garnered a considerable amount of views, I have decided to share my (briefer) review and analysis of Tillich’s work, Love, Power, and Justice. This work is particularly helpful for those not very familiar with Tillich because it gives readers a taste of the whole… Continue reading Paul Tillich’s Love, Power, and Justice (1952): A Review & Analysis →
As many are aware, the German philosopher George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831) is one of the most notoriously difficult philosophers to read or begin to understand in the history of Western thought. Yet even despite this nuisance, many still attempt to decipher his thought because of its encyclopedic scope and rousing luminosity. As someone who… Continue reading Hegel’s The Spirit of Christianity and its Fate (1798): A Summary & Guide →
*first appeared in Macrina Magazine.He sat amidst a swirl of voices, muffled and punctually interrupted by the sound of an espresso machine—“crrrshee!”—before returning to their homeostatic melody. He’d been there for some time, books splayed in various directions. The tallest stack rose just a few inches below his nose. Although it appeared unorganized, there was… Continue reading The Change of Nothing [Short Story] →
*first appeared in Ekstasis Magazine. I remember that desk, its walnut veneer. It was just large enough to settle one’s folded elbows onto. There were three small sections forming a shelf on its rear, slots where I would place rarities: received mail, programs from events, and notecards of scribbled quotes. When I sat down and… Continue reading Coffee Stained Minds (Essay/Reflection) →
knowledge and mei don’t care about theology. i care, about its possibility. i don’t care about philosophy.i care, about its authenticity.i don’t care about history.i care, about what it means for me.i don’t care about science.i care, about its reliability.i don’t care about knowledge.i care, about being free. photo credit: Patrick Tomasso
Spring Eternal (Sonnet)In plain of green there swayed by a wind’s gasp,A kite in tree set chords stirring of Spring,It floated mildly caught in cedar’s clasp,Hope not cradled by a child’s fingered string. Which eternal song by breath of wind’s voice,Did key bright note on rays of sunlight,Then ring golden chord as blonde bees rejoice,In… Continue reading Spring Eternal (Poem) →
Sea/Sky (4.26.2020)When lying in crib of grassClouds traveling orbital routes aboveThose wisps swirl, round and downThough so unhurried, no sound is heard. Winds churn to fizzy foamThose vapid ivory beings Dissolving from cobalt sky Hoisting their sails in sea’s silent gale. There in ambrosial seaIts sky shimmering as sapphireSalt permeates its membersFloating beneath all sky’s downward fall. … Continue reading Sea/Sky (Poem) →
Death/Dust (4.10.2020)Waking early in morrow, flattened ‘neath sordid sheetsEyes crusted and heavy, waking under their irisesMisting down, I glimpsed a foggy brightSeeing it eclipse, blind after blindShuttering rays, fastening washboard of lightA dooming haze—covering this sight. Its warmth yoked of day anewAs heavy skin weighed this aged figureAnd hoarse voice ‘eeked its chordsNor did moist… Continue reading Death/Dust (Poem) →
Life/Leaves [3.13.2020] What tis’ the sound, a soft crackle behind.I shudder and twist, to see its working mind.A sound soft and sharp, must be of some form—A Being lurking, with ill intent inside.Quizzing my sight, rolling my eyes,Hunting for its home.Its source—alive! I must be forthright!As my eyes began to comb. Panning, perusing, obsessing, at… Continue reading Life/Leaves (Poem) →
Romans 13:1-7 has historically been a divisive text. The list of its warped appropriations is lengthy. But my interest in this essay is not historical, unless we are speaking of the “historical present”. Today readers of Romans 13 fall into one of two camps. Each offers a radically different response to this text, yet both are colored… Continue reading Romans 13 in the Age of Trump (Essay) →
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