I just finished reading St. Athanasius’ On the Incarnation and my heart is full as I ponder the awesomeness of its subject: the Word of
Category: Poetry
Poetry Nugget
Sometimes when I go digging through my journals, I find little nuggets of poetry I forgot completely about. For instance… You’ve heard it said That
Beginning in the End
I visited the catacombs today just outside of the Roman metropolis. I expected it to be creepy and a morbid part of me was excited
To the Hermitage of St. Francis
I’ve been abroad in Rome for the past ten days, but today I was- to the relief of my introversion- able to escape to the
Untuned
My heart is a violin With strings played to the breaking, And wound so tight I have no breath Since the hour of waking. Still
Writing is Hard: A Lament
Writing is hard and I’ll tell you why: I am not the Bard and that makes me cry. Red pens are bloodstains on my poor first draft
A Bookish Charm 