• Essay

    The Tau of Football

    None of my boys showed any real interest in football until Oliver. Oliver loves football. Oliver contemplates the game in a very cerebral way. He has checked out almost every book at the library on the topic of football. I remember one evening Oliver explaining to me that he wanted to learn the “strategy” of the game. He was looking for more comprehensive literature, something that went beyond the facts and figures. He was only five or six years old. Oliver is a die hard Notre Dame fan. I sometimes think that he and Knute Rockne are on a first name basis. Right now, sitting on Oliver’s bedroom dresser, is…

  • Poetry

    The Blockchain

    I know myself; and I alone, can penetrate my anonymity. Though miners mine my hidden mind and document, for all to see; if only they possess the key. As pennies fill their miner’s cup; their beggar fingers make the marks. In etch-ed glass, preserving past; a perfect ledger tallied up; of infinite freedom to do my will; a final, faceless, reckoning; for a faceless man, whom I’ve forgot; now mortified in history.  

  • Poetry

    A visit to Taliesin West

    Orange and blues, the boldest hues adorning beam and stone Oasis ponds nurse desert fronds reflecting sky and sun Flower beds in crimson reds hiding thorn and thistle Chinese art found torn apart dance in light and shadow Concrete mass of stones from past rise from earth to mountain Imagine them with ink and pen perfecting line and angle Guided by the careful eye of Wright and the ghost of Sullivan Beauty speaks beneath the peak transcending space and time    

  • Poetry

    On the road to Mandalay

    The City of Lights is dimmer now. Sin City kneeling down in prayer. As pleasure pretends the greatest good… so death pretends the greatest pain. But isn’t the moment a soul goes blind, the beginning of the shooter’s rage? The greatest fear a man can have is off beyond our worldly stage. Cling to belief however faint. Read liturgy so rote and true. Though evil may extinguish faith, God’s word will not abandon you. Dedicated to the memory of the 58 people killed by the shooter from the Mandalay Bay Casino/Hotel on October 1, 2017. The Mandalay Bay project was introduced on December 31, 1996, as Hawaiian-themed, "Project Paradise". In…

  • Essay

    Why Do Squatters Have Rights?

    We have all heard the term “squatter’s rights” thrown out when someone is trying to justify their possession of some place.   Perhaps it was their favorite chair in the family room. Or maybe they were calling “shotgun” for the ride into town.  But the term “squatter’s rights” has siginificant meaning and a real historical purpose.  The legal name for “squatter’s rights” is adverse possession.  It allows a legal claim to someone who has occupied a property that was not initially theirs.  Think of it!  You own a piece of land and somehow it gets handed over to someone else.  How could this ever be right or just?  It sounds positively un-American!  Yet it…

  • Poetry

    A Parody of Tolerance

    That hunk of metal sitting on a stone memorializes who? A man? A woman? You object to my very question. Not who but what you say. An idea. A belief. Buried, but just below the surface. Its rotting toe protruding. Stinking up your manicured garden. Tear it down! Erase its words. Words are killing me. But I love you. Don’t you want to hear that? What good is love when hope is gone? Destruction is launched not with a button push, but with a word.

  • Essay

    After the Election

      In her essay “Of Heroes, Villains, and Valets”( published in On Looking into the Abyss: Untimely Thoughts on Culture and Society), American historian Gertude Himmelfarb begins with the quote, “No man is a hero to his valet.”  This quote was attributed to the Duke of Condé during the reign of Louis XIV.  Himmelfarb then quotes the philosopher George Hegel who expounds upon the quote, “No man is a hero to his valet, not because the former is no hero, but because the latter is a valet.” In our current age these quotes evoke images from the television show Downton Abbey as the valet Bates brushes lint off the shoulder of…

  • Poetry

    The Basement

    Let’s go down in the basement and we’ll wait out this storm. Let’s let the world explode, while we stay nice and warm. We’ll bring our friends and family to make sure they are safe. We’ll bring some wine and chocolate and snuggle in our chaise. The world may down around us fall but we will have no fear. We know the ending of this show. Soon Jesus will appear. There’s no place that I’d rather be to watch the world go boom, then snuggled up next to you inside this basement room. Written for my wife Amy

  • Essay

    Looking back at the day of the Boston Marathon bombing 2013

    It’s Tuesday morning and I am sitting in my hotel room next to my wife.  Just a few hours ago I was afraid I might never see her again.  My memory of the day is a strange contrast of joy and sorrow.  But most of all it was a day in which I felt the hand of God in a very real way. Amy and I woke at five in the morning to get dressed and have our breakfast.  At six we made our way to the subway station next to our hotel for the short trip down to Boston Commons where the buses would be collecting us for our…

  • Poetry

    Responding

    How should we respond to tragedy? A tear, a word seem not enough. How do we relieve the feeling of dread, deep in the pit of our stomach? We shake our head and proclaim our disgust but the despair lingers, like a heavy stench. With every breath, we are a little short of air. We breathe deeper, more deliberate, and with more difficulty. When it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to live. We pause to focus. Staring off at a point just beyond our monitor, or beyond the condensation on our kitchen window, or beyond the taillights in front of us. We see the images of those we love flicker…