The Blessed Hope

The Quiet of the Foothills Tucked deep in the folds of the Appalachian foothills, there was a world where time seemed to fold in on itself, ...

  • A Meditation on Contempt and Indifference
    Here I sit - nursing a scotch, looking out at the pink and orange reflection of the sunset on the mountain—pondering my solitary act of civi...
  • A Full Life's Circle Drawn
    “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first t...
  • The Fiddler’s Bill
    The Parable, Redacted A long time ago, a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing. A wretched thing, laboring away in the heat, a...