Not Faith, But Something
The sun shines patterns of red, green and blue through the church’s stained-glass windows. The priest squints at the pews in front of him….
Writing
To the New Atheist
Do not deceive yourself — God is very much alive. The atheist for all his rules, restrictions, and rationalizing is every bit as dogmatic…
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Heading into the seventh-floor washroom at school, I hear a muted crossbreed of a retch and a whimper. Startled by the perturbing though hardly…
Graphite Reviews: Concerning Violence
“Colonialism is not a thinking machine, nor a body endowed with reasoning faculties. It is violence in its natural state, and it will only…
Poetry: The Night Has Gone
The rusty rain falls again In the streets of 3am Could I be the only one awake? The streetlamp flickers as it does The…
Poetry: Fuck The Poets
There’s nothing poetic about this kind of pain. There’s nothing romantic about this kind of darkness crawling, stretching about, eating me from the…