I think the creators of the Netflix hit show Ozark borrowed from a famous hundred-year-old novel.
I realized this as I came to the last episode of Ozark. The story is sort of a rural, modern Gatsby tale. I mean, if you always understood Fitzgerald’s masterpiece to be about the American Dream and not just a love story.
[The following is a poem I wrote in high school in reflection on the suicide of a classmate]
There’s an empty desk today
And yet the textbooks are still open
The chalk is still in motion
The class is still in session,
The space cannot be filled
For the presence is forgotten
A parent’s own begotten
A youth’s demise is rotten,
Was he more a ghost
In the present or the past
A living outcast
Life ceases way too fast,
The others shrug their shoulders
There goes another one
It cannot be undone
Bless the little son,
Sadness will fade slowly
Nothing will be the same way
The kids will always say
There’s an empty desk today.
Hey folks! Happy Poetry Month!
I wanted to share with you that Deep South Magazine is featuring three new poems of mine as part of their celebration of National Poetry Month!
Flea Market
Tomatoes: A History
I’d Rather We Lived In A Mobile Home
You can read all three of them here.
Good day readers! I hope it is a good day. Recently The Windhover has published my essay, “Pharaoh’s Anatomy,” about the spirituality of kidneys.
Didn’t think that topic could be explored? Think again, and read my essay and other spiritually-themed work from the latest issue. You can purchase a copy from their website here.
This week I’m reblogging a post from 6 years ago about Batman villains. In the spirit of this year’s film release of The Batman and it’s hit villain, The Riddler.
Regardless of what Putin-apologists will tell you, the situation in Ukraine is simple. Ukraine is a sovereign nation. Russia invaded them. Continue reading
Hi, readers. Do you hate having a cold? What does it mean to get one? What does its commonness mean?
This week I wanted to share with you my latest publication. My essay, “The All Too Common Tyranny of a Rhinovirus,” has appeared in the Spring issue of Medical Literary Messenger.
You can read it here!
“ You don’t have a cold; the cold has you.”
I know what you’re thinking: Don’t go there. The Netflix hit Don’t Look Up is a political satire and an allegory for climate change. There is no Christian subtext.
Ok, the movie obviously wasn’t written by a baptist studio, an evangelical media startup, or Kirk Cameron. It was written by a liberal comedian. And the idea of a random comet hitting earth and destroying all human life for no reason contrasts with the end-times beliefs of most Christians, not to mention the disbelief in climate change by many—but not all—evangelicals.
This week, catch my debut article in LOL comedy:
“I, The Buddha, Will Not Be Playing Parcheesi At Your Game Night”
It looks like a fun game, really. I like the colors. It’s kind of like a mandala. But let’s be honest, the aspect of throwing dice is too much a cause of negligence, and neither I nor my disciples will participating in anything that is a cause of negligence.
So that’s a big “no” on Farkle and Yahtzee a well. Sorry, but that rules out Sorry as well. You are free to bring out the Bunco box, but I and my disciples will be abstaining this evening.
Will you pass the hummus? And some of those baby carrots.
I hear that you are a blindfold chess champion. Props to you for that. But I cannot walk the eight-fold path and play an 8×8 tile game on a board simultaneously. It is a mockery.
Yeah, put some of of those pretzels on my plate. There you go.
I don’t mean to…
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Second tough year in a row? Well, at least you can take comfort in knowing you had some good posts to read.
Here are the top 5 blog posts from 2021, according to viewership:
My review of Spider-Man: No Way Home
What Clint Smith and Frederick Douglas Taught Me About Critical Race Theory
My Review of The Circles Around Us by Brad and Kristie Montague
Where Have All the Gargoyles Gone? An Open Letter to FHU Students about Makin’ Music
CALEB COY 