Open Ocean, Tired Horizon
It could have been the radio or maybe a cassette that echoed out of cheap speakers in another world and sent waves miles deep into that Midwestern living room. Read More …
Author: Paul Frank Spencer
Inevitability
When as a child I looked at a map or a globe or out my window, I knew I lived in the middle of everything. I thought it meant something. Read More …
Unto Us a Child is Born
Unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, and ungoverned despair shall be upon his heart and the world’s brokenness abides there. Read More …
Sandbags
There is a particularly long-lifed strain of ennui that manifests with an alchemist’s trick. Read More …
Grey Coat and Some Rain
The coat was ruined off the rack. He paid for it, indifferent. Read More …
On Celebrity Salvation
With the firmament glittering above
and the mold settled below,
Elohim Great became Yahweh Love
in one breath making soul. Read More …
To Dust
She was raised elsewhere, where the smell of cow would linger. Read More …
Forest for the Leaves
The maiden bud, new and tender, trembles in April’s night air. Read More …
Misunderstanding
I asked a simple question, Read More …
Review of In Search of the Common Good – Jake Meador
There is a story we moderns tell ourselves. As it has been contributed to for many decades by countless psychologists, sociologists, philosophers, politicians, and pastors, it has taken on a folkloric quality; it is the myth of our time. Read More …