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Ancient Perspectives

I think it would do us all some good to step back from the ever present glow of our TVs, computers, and fluorescent lights, and embrace again the darkness of the night.


Our nation, our culture, our American Empire that we lust after so voraciously does indeed oppress the needy.

The Open Mic

My poems in The Open Mic served an analogous purpose: they underscored the prowess of other poets in the group.

Nothing But Cheese

We got a dog.


And I know this is a kids’ show. Gritty realism is not always necessary or cool.

On Music in Silence

I wonder if there is not a bit of wisdom in learning to control and interpret the metaphorical silences that intersperse our lives.

The Farm

The Farm

by | Jun 22, 2019 | 0 comments

Working on an organic farm had sounded like a fun, enriching way to bridge the gap between the end of my sophomore year and the beginning of my summer job at Calvin.

Graveyard Books and Black Dogs

Graveyard Books and Black Dogs

I think my graveyard books may have slowly deepened by understanding of God.

Pulling Teeth

Pulling Teeth

I did not come out all at once.

The Goats, the Sheep, the End

The Goats, the Sheep, the End

I’d go as far as to argue that we crave fictions of the end.

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