An Encounter: The Bent Old Man
Around 8 PM on Thanksgiving, a very gorgeous night––full moon and all––I went for a purposeful two-hour walk in a very good mood. It was a curious feeling,…
Grad School Journal: Purgatory + Saint Augustine
School is over and other than that I messed up my final exams and paper, the semester was fantastic. I needed this class for its perspectives on life. God always…
Poetry: A Sign-Seeker by Thomas Hardy
A Sign-Seeker by Thomas Hardy I mark the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, And…
Poetry: This Living Hand by John Keats
This Living Hand by John Keats This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold and in the icy silence of the…