Watching Waiting Winking A soft flutter In a mellow mood Between the here and now Of a shallow moon Breathing Beating Being Heart below The blanket wrapped Wandering wayward flow Accounts of all the time elapsed Shifting Sensing Seeing Apprehensive moments Glimmering light arise Tenderness awakes Hopeful glowing skies
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Poetry
The Desecration
The following is a short fantasy story I wrote and posted online in 2013 as an episode of a discontinued podcast of mine called Unfolded. I remember that I was reading a lot about disgust psychology and radical theology when I wrote this story so I wanted to re-post it here for those who may…
Freedom was a potato: violence, accumulation, domination, and vegetarianism
Munch: When Munch was a boy… freedom was a potato. It was you didn’t get killed today. Freedom from hunger, from the rusty blade. But to free himself, the man ate first so others could not. He killed before he was killed. He wanted nothing more, because only kings… had the freedom to want. But…
Imagine That I’m Your Moon
On April 30, 2022 I got married to a magical person, in magical place on top of a mountain, during a partial solar eclipse. It was an unforgettable time. Below is a piece I wrote and read to my partner, Erin, on that day: Imagination. As adults, we might be quick to dismiss imagination as…
Any system worth resisting is at its core religious, but any effective means of resistance must be religious as well.
“Any system worth resisting is at its core religious, but any effective means of resistance must be religious as well. “Religion” need not mean what we’re normally told it means, a limited definition focusing on beliefs and rituals. All sorts of things are religions: capitalism is a religion; fascism is a worse one, democracy a…
A Poem About War
Dorothy Wordsworth by Jennifer Chang The daffodils can go fuck themselves. I’m tired of their crowds, yellow rantings about the spastic sun that shines and shines and shines. How are they any different from me? I, too, have a big messy head on a fragile stalk. I spin with the wind. I flower and don’t…
An Aesthetic Synthesis of Intensity, Order, and Harmony
“Evil is not eliminated by a destructive retributive judgment, but by an aesthetic synthesis of intensity, order, and harmony. Whitehead’s God is not a cosmic judge; rather, God is a cosmic artist. The many poor paintings of individual lives and events are transformed in a continuous aesthetic process of harmonizing the parts with an ideal…
Regular Tendencies Settled Into (Original Poem)
Regular Tendencies Settled Into I tell myself to think of something else and find that I’m back there with you, alone, by the window talking to the wind. A lonely and anxious fear. Tightness that I would like to untie, but the fretful anguish arrives; natal homing, not unlike a salmon riding on the back…
Theology: A Polyphonic Bricolage
“It is certainly the case that many cultural traditions with their varying modes of reasoning are already embedded within Christianity. The Bible alone contains texts that celebrate different and sometimes conflicting accounts of the world, exposing a range of rationalities that are expressed in a variety of genres. But even more important for theology’s work…
Everybody is Their Own Galaxy
“All tribes unite at the Godhead and then walk away with their differing tribal missions: that is the aim of the 21st century, to achieve that realization and walk from the whole toward infinite fracturing into communities that reflect what its members actually believe. It is the only way to purge ourselves of guilt and…