April 14, 2012

When I Found the Pontiff

How sick the Father sits at desk amid a candle flame. It is eleven sometime soon, and the clock tower bellows from its iron lungs. There […]
December 27, 2011

Poetry in Retrospect

For a period of time in college, I dabbled in e.e. cummings-style poetry, paired with an affinity for literary and cultural allusions. Here is one example […]