Consolation and Lamentation in the City of Man
Of late, much ruckus has been raised around the “feverish city” we currently endure. Within the intellectual civil war currently taking place in the conservative movement, it…
Where Can Roots Be Sown?
A strip of paper through the grass is blown, I sense it grapples and it yearns to stay; On a windy street, where can roots be sown?…
Liberalism: A Poem
I retreat, yet I never quite escape. Hellish hounds, so familiar with our scent, Exhaust us till our very soul is spent, Then drink the spoils of…