Although I have always been bookish in about every sense of the word, I went through a “rebellious” phase in high school when my AP
Whatever is Lovely
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence,
The Word Kept: a reflection on John 1:1
“IN PRINCIPIO ERAT VERBUM” The Latin for “in the beginning was the Word” is inscribed on the gates of my college at St. Andrew’s. Each
Two Poems for St. Andrew’s
When I moved to St. Andrew’s, Scotland to pursue my master’s degree, I was convinced that I would love that little town of stone and
Lack to Love: a sonnet
Inspired by C.S. Lewis’ The Four Loves: My moon-sick eyes I turn from Sun above; Too brilliant, let me see yet silhouettes And trace them on
Whoever you are, I miss you
In this time of isolation, many lovers have been forced into long-distance relationships and many friends and neighbors suddenly separated by an unfeeling six feet.
