A few thoughts on freedom
The Rope
The only good Nazi is one kicking in a death throe. Continue reading “The Rope”
After the plague
I have to preface this essay by making one thing clear: I have to great love for dystopian visions, or narratives of the apocalypse.
As a much younger man, I reveled in tales of the end of the world, or of the world gone wrong. Nineteen Eighty-four was my lodestar. Brave New World possessed a strange allure, as I in my hubris knew I’d be born as an Alpha. Alas, Babylon was a seminal work in my adolescence. And, of course, who can forget A Canticle for Leibowitz, whose central theme is that the problem is with humanity, regardless of how many chances it gets to get things right.
Fortunate Son
I wrote this poem three years ago. I’m pretty sure I wrote it about someone in particular, although the maelstrom of the past time makes me forgetful. Continue reading “Fortunate Son”
Upcoming project
I’m currently reading a book which is affecting me in a way no book has in a while. Continue reading “Upcoming project”
And after all is said and done
Living a good life is living to tell about it. Continue reading “And after all is said and done”
And then my mother asked
Eternity lies in those who remember us. Continue reading “And then my mother asked”
Old friends
Wondering about people who’ve left your life applies to those in the virtual world as much as the real world. Continue reading “Old friends”
Long Past My Death, In the Other World
One need not believe in a Maker to believe in eternity. Continue reading “Long Past My Death, In the Other World”
A Writing Corner 