[…] building that didn’t work very well. While I would never have chosen to tear it down, after the fire the only architectural feature I would replicate is the window in the chapel. But the […]
[…] when I was investigating colleges, and I immediately fell in love . . . in love with the architectural symbolism of the building, like the tiered, round window in the chapel that seemed at […]
[…] Heart, mind, and spirit are uplifted by Greaves’s story of Professor Jacob Milgrom’s blessings, in Hebrew and English, for the benefit of a student departing from the class by reason of illness. Intellectual debates […]
[…] an anti-hero stuntmen stuntwomen a laugh track good sex and a dramatic pause In my next poem the Boy Scouts will sack the city at night using hatchets and pocket knives when they need […]
This is where my mind wanders, Behind this desk, bathed in soft Monitor light. This is where I levitate, oscillate, and glide
I was in the sheep business for years. Sold off my sheep and got into the cattle business and now I have friends. The cattlemen talk to me. I suppose what finally drove me […]
[…] of essays, Roger Olson, professor of theology at Baylor University, writes: “One can hardly do justice to the subject of religious authority in a brief reflection essay” (180). Indeed. And while eleven brief reflection […]
In winters it soothed me, the wind blistering peals through naked willows in the dark outside my bedroom window, while warm and bound I marked lost spirits sounding in the cold.
[…] I always remember winter having a stronger hold on the mountain than summer the pale white of snow fading into the white of cloud and mist, the entire world losing itself in the void
There are many myths mistaking the domestication of Hydrangeas, not least: the degree to which color can be manipulated or controlled. White Hydrangeas never can be pink, red can’t bloom in southern soils.