Musings
Non-fiction writing
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God is Called a Rock
5/19/2025 God is called “a rock”. Why is his name not “Rock”? Or “The Rock.”? I kicked a rock into a gutter the other day. Is my God not like a rock? God is called a…
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On Wildlife Conservation
5/10/2025 I hunt with my friend, and when we discover scat or a pressed bed of tall grass, we will remark aloud “deer sign” to one another. Eventually, when we see a deer, we point at…
animal rights, conservation, deer, father, friendship, hiking, humanity, hunters, hunting, nature, parks, shame, son, stewardship, suicide, wildlife, writing -
A Thousand Spoked Wheels
5/10/2025 When I think about loneliness, I turn my ire to the imperfect parts of myself, which are my only means of communicating that self to others. I think of stripping naked, then peeling my skin,…
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A Storied Tradition of Hellish Inhumanity
On completing Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle, a certain emotion hangs with me, which is best illustrated through the path of his narrative, and the fact that I often read it as a reprieve from the…
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Thoughts on Salvation Theories
From “Thoughts on Salvation Theories” 07/02/2025 The concept of redemption as defined originally, in redeeming the firstborn of a woman through the sacrifice of another animal, lends itself to the title for Jesus Christ as “The…
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Safe and Cold and Alone
Excerpts from journals dated 2/18/25 and 3/2/25 I feel alone and hunted. I feel disheveled and ungrounded. I am no longer home; I am in a den that reeks of panicked sweat where I fail to…
alone, blog, change, existential, existentialism, life, liminal, loneliness, love, meaning, mental-health, nihilism, pain, philosophy, poem, Poetry, suffering, swimming, trauma, writing -
A Light from Dark Shores
I don’t understand what has happened to me in the last few days. I feel like I’ve been tumbled in freezing water and dropped into place. My arms feel week, my chest is aching, I feel…
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A Nebulous Terror
How can I begin to uproot this nebulous terror which has engulfed me so gently that I hadn’t felt it until it had strangled all of the hope and joy from this great period of rebirth?…
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Blind Commitment
When there is no right or wrong answer, there is only convenience and investment. A particularly free spirit could accommodate their own tendency to step off the plane of the world, pursuing a song true to…
Sanctity and Constraint 