It’s a sinful thing to waste a tragedy. Tragedy is so defined because of its sudden displacing capabilities, an event with the power to change a world, to shake a person to their core. If you must ask if something is tragic, then it’s not tragic. Tragedy is something you feel or observe to theContinue reading “Wasting Tragedy”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Ground Before Me
Here I stand, at the foot of my Grave Staring at the Ground before Me Sun drenched grass, Heaven stretched skies Staring on the Ground before Me All roads lead here, no matter how far Staring at the Ground before Me My eyes grow dim, my heart grows faint Staring at the Ground before MeContinue reading “The Ground Before Me”
My Final Gift to my Father: This Burden
Unsuspecting subjects of the fates is what we become. Persons wandering the land only to be shackled by a yoke fashioned in the randomness of life. Living life, free, free of this burden, the world a place of solace and comfort, then suddenly, that world dies. There is no more freedom, not fromContinue reading “My Final Gift to my Father: This Burden”
Thoughts From World 3
A fool can offer words, a creator can offer worlds An academic can show you a world, a dreamer invites you into it Consumers of knowledge are everywhere, generators of knowledge are the rarity Anyone can summarize the great thoughts of others, yet not simply anyone can have great thoughts An English teacher can beatContinue reading “Thoughts From World 3”
It’s What YOU See
Have you ever ran across one of those quotes, or sayings, that no matter how hard you rack your brain the simplicity of the statement gets lost on you? Usually, I get lost when reading Hegel, Whitehead, or some other abstractly concrete thinker begging me to silence all the glowing screens and focus on theContinue reading “It’s What YOU See”
The Well is Dry
The well is tapped dry. I dropped a coin over the ledge, leaning my shoulders over the abyss as my arms held me in place. I listened as the coin plummeted to the bottom of the world. Then it happened. It was swallowed by the darkness. The darkness swallowed it whole, the hole that swallowsContinue reading “The Well is Dry”
Hamartia and the REAL Faults in our Stars
Hamartia is a lack. A negation. An absence. It is not a sin. It is the absence of landing in the right place, evading ones spot, presuming the spot, or target, was important enough to be hit originally. The New Testament writers are correct: it is a wide landing, a missing of the proverbialContinue reading “Hamartia and the REAL Faults in our Stars”
The Hapless Nihil
Those moments when you want to write, but feel lost in the sea of your own non ideas…As if every ounce of inspiration has been siphoned from your soul leaving you with nothing but a hollow spirit with clanging walls and cold diameters. And this is the nothing that is everything…the nothing that so stigmatizesContinue reading “The Hapless Nihil”
Shiny New Humans: A Story & Theology of Personhood
The walls to the lunchroom were tattered and torn. It gave the feel of a war zone; it was. Just not the kind most people imagine. Floor tiles along the corridor were chipped and worn. The smell of paint filled the air, as if chemical warfare was present and I would stumble into a trenchContinue reading “Shiny New Humans: A Story & Theology of Personhood”
Why You should Love Antiquarian Books
A prerequisite to loving old books is, of course, an enjoyment for reading. One can appreciate old books, collect old books, and admire the architecture of their spines and ornate cover designs without reading. But this is to love the value of the books or their aesthetic appeal. This is not the same as lovingContinue reading “Why You should Love Antiquarian Books”
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