More Elusive than Unicorns
Had I known the man in the water was about to die, I would’ve stopped complaining. My favorite time of day is early in the morning. An...
The Day Before Creation
What we do when there is nothing to do is the thing we do most often. Thursday is that day for me, but many days more than once a week...
The Zombie Zoo and Trick-or-Treat Theology
The dead children were especially cute. But it wasn’t just the children; all the dead people walking up and down the streets of downtown...
Artless Faith and the Dread of Death
It should’ve been February. The clouds canopied the North Carolina Museum of Art, jailing me in an internal promise land. I could easily...
White Fear and Black Need
I woke up in the Croatan National Forest just outside of New Bern wondering where I was. Loblolly pines stood like sentinels at the...
Stupid Hurts
The truck slowly lurched out of the pine forest like a big game cat stalking prey. The headlights streamed through the forest, straight...
Shutting Up the Screaming Man
depth of field /depq əv fi:ld/ n. 1 the zone of acceptable sharpness within a photo that will appear in focus. I am socially awkward,...
Beauty and Natural Disasters
There was an earthquake Thursday night. A pretty bad one from what I can gather. It occurred somewhere off the west coast of Mexico, just...
On Being a Wild Bird
I want to be a wild bird, a bird on the hunt, on the lookout. I want to build a nest in a tree over a swampy marsh, scout out prey, watch...
Total Eclipse
In 1979, ABC News journalist Frank Reynolds covered the last eclipse over the United States on live television. When it was over he said,...