A medley of musings on poetry, philosophy, and faith.
Moments of Meaning
We cannot help it: life seems meaningful. Maybe that's because it is.
Like Moth to Flame [Poem]
We are drawn to water, whether oceans, lakes or rivers. They cajole us in waves to their beaches, shores and banks. It hardly matters— s...
November 20, 2020
rain runs along street curbscatching clusters of dead leavesdrifting away. Now soppingand heavy, their snappy fragrancefades to a deep, w...
October 14, 2020
Laughing Together [Poem]
For a moment the weight of things leaves us. Maybe it’s only a chuckle and a glance, our squinted eyes connecting for a flash. Or maybe ...
August 10, 2020
The Victimhood Objection
How does the idea of victimhood respond to the call of personal responsibility?
July 31, 2020
On Responsibility, Commitment, and Meaning
Putting Jordan Peterson and David Brooks in conversation.
July 24, 2020
Tears of the Evening Train [Poem]
When it cries at sundown I imagine a tired old conductor. He’s wearing his tired blue uniform, blue suit, blue hat and tie, chugging u...
July 20, 2020
Grass-Planted Palms [Poem]
At the far end of the trail I pedaled past a field of grass dusted in flaxen dandelions where four teenage girls sat relaxing cross-legge...
July 16, 2020
Waiting in line for coffee, a little girl, maybe three or four, walked up to me with a stack of papers in both hands. Long sandy hair...
July 16, 2020
Explaining Liminal Matters
A brief existential "defense" of this blog.
July 14, 2020