Sea/Sky (A 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. And as its… Continue reading Sea/Sky (A Poem)

Death/Dust (A 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 breath,… Continue reading Death/Dust (A Poem)

Snow/Grove (A Poem)

Snow/Grove (3.21.20)In late winter, when Hope thawsAnd cumbersome Ice grows weary,Impeded by glass—surrounded by wood,Longing to leave sight so dreary.Knowing no degree nor warmth, I glimpsed, robbing its strange vision Whether snow or sleet, I queried Unsure, hanging its indecision. Hoping it not Winter’s final complaint, I grasped its faint forms.Capturing those bantam saints,Knowing no… Continue reading Snow/Grove (A Poem)

Life/Leaves (A 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 loosing,Sight… Continue reading Life/Leaves (A Poem)

Romans 13 in the Age of Trump

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

The Change of Nothing (A Short Story)

*Written on February 24th, 2020. The Change of Nothing (A Short Story) He sat amidst a swirl of voices. The voices were muddled and punctually interrupted by the sound of an espresso machine—“crrrshee!”—before returning the their homeostatic melody. He’d been there for some time, books splaying in different directions, carving a semi-circle round him. One… Continue reading The Change of Nothing (A Short Story)

The Goldfinch (A Short Story)

5:42 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!”. Once vertical, he lays his hands clumsily on his knees, resembling some antique ape. Sighing, he stares at the chipped paint on his… Continue reading The Goldfinch (A Short Story)

Hooded Hawks, Blinking Owls (A Poem)

*This poem was inspired by a poem of Percy Shelley's in a letter to Maria Gisborne concerning the Engish Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hooded Hawks, Blinking Owls (12.29.19) Flustering flights naught savored Wasted, without satiation, nor flavor Damp lips whistling sanguine sounds Grammar cadencing unpunctually around Words writhing round huffs of Air Straining, aching, towards Nowhere Hooded hawks raking writhing… Continue reading Hooded Hawks, Blinking Owls (A Poem)

These Waxy Leaves (Again) [Poem & Reflection]

*Written November 22nd, 2019. I haven’t done much writing recently, at least not for enjoyment or improvement purposes. I’ve noticed that my personal reading, writing, and thinking rekindle my passion for study, and most importantly, for living. They enliven me, bring hope, and sometimes, a touch of joy. Like the cool drops of water gliding… Continue reading These Waxy Leaves (Again) [Poem & Reflection]