In “Paradise Lost,” Milton’s rendering of the fall of mankind, we get a vision of Satan that is very interesting. He tells us, “Myself am Hell.” He also is capable of exiting hell (to make his way to Eden to tempt Adam & Eve), suggesting that he possesses the ability to leave hell. Why? WhyContinue reading “Conversations with Milton…& Maybe God”
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End of Semester Musings…
“To allow the powers that be to govern one’s sexuality is to remove something from the private sphere and make it public” (Me, 2015). Revisiting an old research project this morning has me thinking really intensely about our current social climate and the ways we perceive the world and people around us. I am alsoContinue reading “End of Semester Musings…”
This old desk. And me.
Another sleepless night. I wonder why my mind won’t let my body get some rest. So here I sit. Thomas Tallis Scholars playing in the background. My first cup of coffee. Books. Paper. Pens. This old desk. And me. I bought this desk ten years ago. I thought I was so grown-up. Twenty-three years old.Continue reading “This old desk. And me.”
Holding On…And Letting Go
You came to me once in a dream, and it was so real that I could feel the warmth of your body when I woke. My chest ached from the ragged breathing, my lip tender from the biting. And I could feel you all around me. As I laid in my bed in the earlyContinue reading “Holding On…And Letting Go”
A Poem: This Old Heart
There is something in her eyes that drives this old heart wild Something in her voice that makes this old heart sing Something in her touch that holds me captive Something in her soul that’s paralyzing. She touches me in ways that I never knew existed Causing me to feel things that have no nameContinue reading “A Poem: This Old Heart”
A Poem: Goodbye
She walked into the bar And sat down next to me. There was a tattoo on her thigh That I pretended not to see. She glossed her lips, lit a cigarette, Finally ordered a beer. And without an introduction She whispered, “let’s get out of here.” The night was young, the air was crisp, HerContinue reading “A Poem: Goodbye”
A Poem: Witchy Lover
The way she walked into the room and laughed her wicked laugh… I knew almost at once that girl was witchcraft. The air was full of magic like some ancient melody, And that girl was quick to cast her spell on me. She batted her eyes, bit her lips, bent her head to the side,Continue reading “A Poem: Witchy Lover”
A Poem: Everywhere
She was light when I needed light. She was darkness when I needed dark. And she came to me in dreams even when I was awake. There was fire in her touch. There was music in her laughter. And the moonlight in her veins was more than this old wolf’s heart could take. She wasContinue reading “A Poem: Everywhere”
A Poem: Anymore
I recall her lying there, all broken on the bed, And oh how my heart ached at the thought of our goodbye. She looked at me and murmured the saddest words ever said, But in my heart I knew to go on would be a lie. I tried to find the words but just stoodContinue reading “A Poem: Anymore”
Hell: A Visible Darkness
There is a dark place that exists…deep inside of us: perhaps in the heart, perhaps in the mind, perhaps in the soul. But it is a dark space that is a certain kind of hell. When something is weak, or broken, the darkness from that hell seems to find its way into the spaces inContinue reading “Hell: A Visible Darkness”
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