By the Window I Watched the Awakening sun.It Greeted me with a Glistening GlowAnd sent its Light through Leafy greenAs Patches on the Puddled ground.Then Scuttling by a Squirrel I saw,He Nibbled on the Nuts I’d laid.Outward-Looking he Watched to guardHimself and the Nuts he Nibbled upon.But unaware behind him cameA Kitty-Cat Creeping slow.Her back…
An Eastward Journey toward Hope: Religion and Prophetic Voice in T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land
In the presence of disaster, people often turn toward religion as a means to ordering of the chaos and confusion that results from unpredictable and despairing life events. It is often the religious leader, the prophetic voice expressing divine sovereignty in the midst of disaster that calms the hearts of mankind with a hope, however…
Film Review: “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”
The 1975 film, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” directed by Milos Forman, is an award-winning masterpiece based on the novel by Ken Kesey of the same title. It follows the lives of obscurely-diagnosed patients in a mental hospital, posing an overarching question of “what really defines mental instability?” The incoming patient, R. P. McMurphy…
Starlight
The starlight might never endWhen instead of frettingWe aim to rest and recall thatEven the smallest sparrow’s fallMeans Providence is watching. March 10, 2021
Smile
I want to hear you laughing,See the Duchenne creasesIn the corners of your eyes,Catch the glimmer they produceEvery time you smile.Wonder of wonders,How marvelous would it be—To witness all that gloryKnowing it’s directed at me. 4 May 2020
Beauty
Beauty appears when you look for it,Not when you sit in the darkBemoaning your state andWaiting for somethingTo give out and change.Darkness hides beauty.Beauty heals pain.Open your eyes—look, search, find—Appreciate. October 3, 2019
An Image of the Modern World through the Poetry of Eliot and Yeats
The poetry of T.S. Eliot and W.B. Yeats is harmonious in its attempt to capture the chaotic state of their modern world. The poets do not appear to present two separate senses of the era, but to write in conversation with one another, co-creating a picture of their time that can be seen through the…
Childlike
Lay down your microscope and text;This is not a matter of sense.No logic or reason can distillThe fearful mixture, the cunning schemeMade to break your mind, entrap your will.Let it go. Now. And set your heartInstead to believe.It makes and has no sense,But faith requires none—Only the steadfast, strongest, and wisestCan endure such doubt, weaknessAnd…
Allegra Byron
Allegra, sweet child, pretty girlLet’s see that smile (and she smiles).Oh, she dances and singsAnd brings life back into her mother’s eyes.Innocence from adulteryLife from lustA jewel from miseryReturns to dust.Eternally an innocent mind,Never tainted, never toldThe kind of man her father was.The kind of ground from which she grew,The fate from which her spirit…
Mary Shelley’s “Primordial Vision” in Frankenstein
Of the many mythic elements within Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, notions of creation, a lost Eden and the danger of acquired knowledge arise most prominently upon initial inspection, as the author herself directly references the classic myth of Prometheus and the Miltonian work, Paradise Lost. These references demonstrate within Shelley a unique ability to comprehend the…