Forgive the Trees: A Meditation on the Coming of Spring
The first day of spring was just a few days ago, but it never truly feels like spring to me until the leaves return. I am always…
The first day of spring was just a few days ago, but it never truly feels like spring to me until the leaves return. I am always…
Lee Durkee, Stalking Shakespeare. Lee Durkee’s memoir and exposé in the art history of painting Shakespeare is a fun, intoxicating, and, at times, shocking read. We all…
Throughout the Christian world, except in Germanic-language countries, Easter is known as Passover. The Passover, of course, is a Jewish holy festival—it marks the deliverance of the…
When I draw my last breath I’ll wish I had one more to tell you all the things I never said before. Of your relentless love descending…
Rivers of strife pour through his veins. White age furls rapidly, time’s rapids reach As fingers. Time does not have time to teach. So he is here;…
Welcome, my friend, please enter through my gate! For sun is off sleeping, and night is fine. Your road may be long, but now it can wait.…
“They are finally going to play my music.” —Hector Berlioz, on his deathbed. Though Hector Berlioz’s operas are still little known today—even to the opera-going public,…
H.P. Lovecraft is the type of writer so resilient that even as he is criticized and scrutinized, he keeps on ticking along and people continue to read…
Understanding the deepest Christian mystery through an abandoned Gnostic novel. In my early twenties, I had an idea for a novel. It would be titled “The…
He saw no colour but those he knew…but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them. - Tolkien, The Two…
Breath turns to vapour, bushes burn with frost, Crystal puddles punctuating the trail, On which the sun’s battles are frankly lost, As noon-day sees its thawing vigour…
Some weeks ago, as I was explaining my role as a teacher at a classical school to several peers, we began to discuss the topic of cursive.…