I Voted for Quiet Music
We are perched side by side on an upper landing in this barn, floating in the resonant space of music we have never heard so close, have never heard unmediated, have never heard in four-part harmony.
Jack Kamps (’16) has been paid to do many things, such as teach preschoolers, pastor youths, schlep things in warehouses, bake pastries, design curriculum, serve coffee, maintain gardens, and fix computers. Jack is currently a student at Princeton Theological Seminary—though they tend to spend more time working on PTS’ small farm, plotting a future cheesecake business with their spouse, and listening to/talking about the latest Witch, Please episode than doing their homework.
Thirteen Haikus That Will Answer All Your Questions About the 2022 Men’s World Cup
I was unaware
taking off your shirt in this
means a yellow card.
Not Working
“Gotta make hay,” we’ll say to each other as we stumble out of bed at six a.m. to milk cows.
Garlic
We returned home in the early evening of that fateful September Saturday reeking, having taste-tested garlic knots, garlic fudge, garlic mustards and dips, cheeses and cheese curds, nuts and nut butters, vinegars, pickles, and hot sauces.
Do Not Despise the Day of Small Things
Convulsions—shocking, kill-stand-rattling convulsions—are normal.
fecundity!
Despite our best efforts, however, okra gets overly large and woody, tomatoes drop to the ground and burst, lettuce bolts, and basil goes to seed.
The Non-Reproductive Church
What if there is something more important than the church’s survival?
