Theology: Embattled Defense or Heroic Quest?

I spent a little over three years as a Biblical Studies Major in two Christian colleges. The first and last years I spent at Maranatha University; the middle year at a small start-up college. One day, at Maranatha, it occurred to me, “I’m done,” and I withdrew my registration and walked away in the middle of…

At Midnight

The second life the secret, unhidden world of public anonymity the doorway to the city: my front stoop. Deep blue heaven, and the shared moon, and people’s paths crossing the space around me all tell me, Everything is relative, therefore we are family. Everyone’s on top of the world and everyone’s on the bottom. Your…

Higher Than The Heavens; Lower Than The Angels

In preparation for writing one of my stories which has been held up in the underworld region of my cognizance for far too long, I have been researching !!!***astrology***!!! (Insert scream of shock and scandal here!) What most strikes me at this stage is that this is the last living link to the myths of our pre-Christian…

Riverdawn

Did you dream the way we went? The library of calm gold-etched leaves the river sent out to the bay of dance and psalm? With rolled-up sleeves and wading boots a boat of sandalwood we’ve drawn down through the leaves and willow-roots at Matins, at the riverdawn; and swellings cold have come and gone against our bellies and our…

Baba Yetu

So I’m jumping on this a little behind the times… and it’s a video game theme… but I see nothing to despise here and a lot to love. Here’s the song; the translation (taken from Wikipedia) is below that. Swahili English “Baba Yetu” Baba yetu, yetu uliye Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina! Baba yetu yetu uliye…

What Is Real Progress?

It would be odd if we had a concept of progress, but nothing to correspond to it in reality. I think progress is something that the human race is supposed to experience, but the mechanics get co-opted by bad things a lot. So, just because something is “progressive” doesn’t mean it helped anyone. On the other hand,…

Something About Self- and Indie- Publishing

Since I’m about to confer on myself the dubious honor of being a self-published author, I thought I’d try to find others like myself and read a few of their things. In so doing I’ve reached a few conclusions. First, that the most common sort of author to self-publish is the author of talent who is…

Quid Est Veritas?

Is truth a knife-edge one must walk, carefully avoiding the monstrous wastes of error yawning on either side? Or is truth like a tiny pure flower growing impossibly in a swamp of half-truths and lies? Or perhaps, is truth like two cymbals from the farthest reaches of cognizance, brought crashing together with a tumultuous noise, casting…

Is Poetry Common or Individual?

We had some discussion on this blog last year in which someone said he’d always regarded poetry, once produced, as Universal and not belonging to the poet anymore. I was rather aghast at this idea, coming from a background in which individualism was prized, but I have contemplated since then this question. Which is not…

Prophets Old and Mountains Cold

“… such an expression as ‘prophets old’ may, and probably will, ‘mean’ something quite different from ‘old prophets’. -Owen Barfield, Poetic Diction In contemporary English we almost never place an adjective after the noun it modifies. Why and how did Tolkien get away with doing so in his poetry? And does this make him a…

First Snow

I’ve caught the Louisville winter disorder. Last year I looked around at everyone pretending that winter doesn’t come here and I thought they were nuts. But this year, this morning, the snow covering the ground took me by surprise. All those warm, sunny November days less than a week behind us, and here I am…

The Last Farthing

The title of this post refers to Jesus’ parable. It sounds so harsh to us now. The lord didn’t get what he expected out of his servants, and so he sends them away to a place of darkness. Now fundamentalists (from every church and sect) would have us believe that once you arrive in whatever…

Cover Release: Her Ratty Hair, Her Wayward Brain

I’m pretty excited about this cover and the release. Stay tuned for details. Her Ratty Hair, Her Wayward Brain is a collection of short stories in which extraordinary elements and people collide. Here is the final list of the 12 stories to be included in the book, along with a short description of each. *** It Happened in…