On Old Maps and the Courage of Not Knowing
Medieval cartographers wrote 'here be dragons' at the edges of their known world. I've been thinking about what we write at the edges of ours.
Continue reading → Small Hours
A poem about the particular quality of light at 4am, when the world hasn't decided yet what kind of day it's going to be.
Continue reading →On Patience, Which Is Not What I Thought It Was
I used to think patience was a kind of waiting. I've come to believe it's something closer to attention — a refusal to look away from what is difficult.
Continue reading →A Brief Theological Reflection on Self-Checkout
The self-checkout machine has replaced the confessional as the place where our deepest moral failures are made visible to strangers.
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