Beneath the intelligible there is only the unintelligent.
I Am Not This Body
The New York Times, May 6, 2013
Odyssey of Desire
Pleiades, vol. 33.1, Winter 2013
The search for soul's gold leads to the paradoxical disappointment of getting what one wants.
A Sense of All Sorrows
Pleiades, vol. 32.2, Summer 2012
A survey of history prompts the conviction that mortality exonerates immorality.
The Communion of Strangers
The Sun, vol. 436, April 2012
A study of others reveals the self as a mosaic of otherness.
Meditation During a Rainstorm
Connecticut Review, 32.2, Fall 2010
A gray, rainy evening yields the comforting thought that life keeps its promises when it makes none.
A Visit to the City
The Redwood Coast Review, 12.2, 2010
A trip to San Francisco reveals the city as an enclave of order within the rough lap of nature.
Confessions of a Carnivore
North American Review, 294.5, September-October 2009
The necessary sin of eating produces tension between the mind's prudery and the body's savagery.
In Praise of Passion
The Dalhousie Review, 89.3, Autumn 2009
Recollections and reflections on poetry, beauty, music, eloquence, and the conquests of great individuals attest the potency of passion.
On Being Nothing
The Antioch Review, 67.2, Spring 2009
On dealing with the discovery that the world does not know your name nor wishes to learn it.
The Tusculum Review, vol. 4, 2008
An account of waking at night to a bedroom, a body, and a life that have lost their familiarity.
The Electric Present
Rock & Sling: A Journal of Literature, Art, and Faith, 4.2, Winter 2007
A morning beach walk in the Pacific Northwest leads to the realization that there is no such thing as an ordinary day.
The Lonely Race
The Laurel Review, 41.2, Summer 2007
A reflection on the earth as life's home amid a universe of nothingness.
The Finite Experience of Infinite Life
The Hudson Review, 58.1, Spring 2005
The vastness and variety of California stirs a desire to grasp the whole of life in a single experience.This whole wide earth is a great Diaspora of beauty, and there is no way to see that beauty unless we travel to it. To stand still is to miss out on life. The reason of my discontent was not that I never found a place worth staying, but that I always saw another place worth going.