Why I Love Words and Paper
Words, if you look at them, are a binary of black and white, ink on a page. But when we listen to them, when we see them for what they mean, they shine.
The Joy and Pain of My Storytelling
Continually I find myself unable to capture the details in my imagination as words on a page. It's an awful cycle. I love it.
Grandfathers, Death, and the Character of Life
I was fortunate to have three grandpas in my life. It’s strange having all three of them gone. An entire generation of men in my lineage has passed. I feel the weight of it, as if a mantle has been passed to my father, and the mantle he wore has been passed to me.
God is Love, Not a Slave Lord
Despite what Paul says, I don’t think God desires us to be slaves of God.
A Found Poem About Friendship Based on a ChatGPT Poem About Socks
When I asked ChatGPT to write a sonnet about socks, it did! And a surprisingly coherent one, too. But then I wanted to see if I could take what it created and turn it into something new.
What I Mean When I Say “Something New”
Yesterday I said I was starting something new: a “web log” or “blog” for short. That was a joke, because blogs have been around for a long time now. What I actually mean is that I’m going back to something old.
Starting Something New
So here I am. It’s the second day of January. I’m starting something new. I’m calling it a “web log” or “blog” for short. (It's okay to laugh, that was a joke.)
Self Portrait
A verse reflecting on myself and the things most important to me.
The One I Have to Tell
I want to tell stories of majesty and grandeur, but it's far more important to me that my stories be honest, true, and those majestic stories aren't mine to share.