I was once witness in the wildernessTo a remarkable occurrence:They roamed like desert animals, scatteredAimless, divided, their worlds shattered.A people estranged and wanting of worth,They were among those who wallowed on the earth.As for streams of water, I found none;Nor any quenched soul, not even one. Then one day the foundations shook,And each were pulled …
On the Night of My Opa’s Death When after night fell, Within a heap of ashes Sprawling the Field of Earth Where in myriads Withering sparks ascended And disappeared Like particles of dust,A coal burned orange there A living ember, a benevolent glow, A beating, flickering heart— But that too twinkled and Went out after …
While in my essays I generally engage the subjects of worldview and faith as they relate to literature and writing, I hope that you will indulge with me in a brief consideration of craft, or what I might facetiously call crossing our eyes and dotting our tees. Let us consider Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894), a …