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essays, poetry, and personal reflections

February 27, 2014July 2, 2018

Preach

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you sold lies like indulgences, in the name of love but to benefit none, and gathered souls with condolences that all those debts were paid in blood; you paved a path with relic’s bones to march the truth right through the mud, and hid these theses from the world lest they discovered or understood just […]

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February 18, 2014July 7, 2018

Making Memories

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Just got back from a nice little trip to St. Louis to see an old fraternity brother and his wife. The weekend was packed with museums, great food-and-drink, and nostalgic conversation. It’s funny, really. When you see someone you haven’t seen in a while, and it’s like everything just falls back into place as though […]

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February 8, 2014July 2, 2018

Holding Close the Tension of the Opposites

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Not all that long ago, a friend of mine was telling me about growing up in a rough family situation. His father had committed suicide and his mother’s new fiancé was so abusive that Child Protective Services had to step in and remove him (and his kid sister) from the home. A local Southern Baptist […]

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January 21, 2014July 2, 2018

Time

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Permit me for a moment to take you back to the 1994 film I.Q. starring Walter Matthau, Meg Ryan, and Tim Robbins. If you didn’t see it, it was a silly rom-com where Robbins’ character falls madly in love with Albert Einstein’s niece (Ryan), Einstein of course played by Matthau. At any rate, there’s a […]

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December 31, 2013July 7, 2018

The Farm

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there, along the old oak grove where the soy bean meets with the tree line, the fractal limbs rise up and tear against the old blue-black sea-sky, naked and aching for spring or anything green: and freed of all their shame – there, for a whole world to see, but they’ll grow cold, all the […]

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November 9, 2013July 2, 2018

Poindexter, Dave Matthews, and following your heart

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When I started Wabash, I remember the day my parents moved me into the Kappa Sigma house was a really hot August morning, and when we walked into the fraternity house, I remember being greeted by “Bill” who was like the Hulk and shirtless and immediately intimidated the hell out of me. I was a […]

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October 30, 2013July 7, 2018

Sassafras Tree

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Come thou Indian summer, come blow your warm return, yellow-orange its embers, the sassafras will burn ’til barren of its leaflets and on the ground they blaze, but as the wind chimes tussle, they are doused in godly grace, and there, they lie like ashes, cold – and frozen still the summer quickly passes as […]

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October 30, 2013July 2, 2018

Samah

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who among us ever was with better dreams than those who followed in the footsteps of a father, a girl of nothing more than seventeen saw it fit to be the best she could, a daughter, she held fast she’d be a soldier for the King, in a country where the sun was often cold, […]

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September 29, 2013July 2, 2018

Joyride

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joyride, and a long silent gaze out the window at the world, where there are words beneath words, and truth is speaking the unspoken, that something between us couldn’t give, that so much we held back, we hold back from ourselves first, and that’s the real shame of it, as you shift the gear in […]

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September 16, 2013July 2, 2018

Nashville IX

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Oh, Miriam, when all your good intentions weren’t enough, despite how right your wrongs were ever made, there was no time to test if love would bluff whatever false pretenses have dismayed, so as you leave the river for a life, the basket on its way and to its home, don’t think there is returning […]

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