be still
drop your bags … More be still
drop your bags … More be still
Fall is my favorite season. I realized this in Spokane, when autumn came to mean crimson foliage as well as the fruits of the last harvest: apples from Green Bluff, roasted acorn squash, and pumpkin pie made from scratch. Fall is nutmeg and cinnamon, oak leaves and acorns crunching beneath your feet, and the first frost … More Autumn Walk
What are the contours of a place? How do you remember a place long after you’ve departed? … More Spokane Memories
This poem originally appeared in The Anthem (2014-2015), Georgetown University’s student journal. … More Millennium
I’ve considered myself an artist since I was a child. I remember sitting outside during my fifth grade art class and imitating, as best I could, Van Gogh’s brushstroke technique using pastels. … More Repainting the World
I didn’t think I would reactivate this blog. To tell you the truth, I had actually forgotten about it completely. If you ignore your faith, it also makes sense that you would ignore a blog designed to express your faith. So here I am. It’s been a year and a half since my last post. … More A Return (of Sorts)