Category: Advent

In this mad, stifling city of lights quickly quenched suddenly stifled, we are at the mercy of so many flakes of debris falling through Times Square, urban snowstorms, vicious, armed like young men with guns and knives, hazed by acts of random violence, the frozen passengers watching, shrinking, on the trains speeding by. we are…

Hope is the thing that sings, flies overhead, reaches new heights As she flies, quietly, beneath her, far below the air under her wings, something stark grows, richly running through thick loam, down, down to the dark where dead things are. She tunnels through their molding past, feeds off a stench of crumbling death. Living:…

It is not these small fears that particularly threaten her and lead her to despair. Behind them lies what we properly call fear—fear of ruining one’s life, fear that life may become gloomy and difficult to the point of being unlivable. [the fear that] Being is not good, especially if you have not experienced it…