Untitled #5

(written in early 2014) …I am talking, of course, about Flannery O’Connor and Wendell Berry and G.K. Chesterton and C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. They were all great–hell, they are all great–but they are not contemporary. Their fight was against the liberal theology of the time, how the modern mind sought to destroy the idea of miracles. They were fighting

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Untitled #4

“Hey, friend,” I say on the phone, sitting at home, alone and tired, but calling the seventh person in a row where they’re going to be tonight at eleven or so, “I’m glad you picked up; I was just thinking about you— what’s up?” I get up from my chair from where I sat cross-legged, stretching so I don’t really

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Untitled #3

This is the first verse of Kesha’s Song of Solomon: Wake up in the morning feeling like a lily (What up daughter?) Got my Rose of Sharon with me, I’m gonna be a city (Lets go to the garden) Before he opens up my door in the night so black I check then crawl in bed, ‘cause he ain’t coming

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