I write this post to wish the happiest of happy birthdays to my brother in all but genetics Jacob Edward Kulp who today reaches two score years. The day that I turned around in 10th grade biology and asked you about the strange card game you were shuffling has altered the entire course of my life. Without … Continue reading Life begins at forty (a poem for Jacob)
Open up your ears.
What I learned about myself and about society struggling to get antibiotics at a free clinic in 1998.
Father Gregory's Last Gift - my recounting of the experience of the death and life of a beloved retired priest as I helped prepare his body for burial and what it taught me about life, the universe, and everything.
“I think,” he pronounced, gloomily, “that our kind, we like the cigarettes so much because they remind us of the offerings that once they burned for us, the smoke rising up as they sought our approval or our favor.”Czernobog, American Gods As you might surmise from the title, American Gods is about all of the … Continue reading Review – American Gods by Neil Gaiman
A poem about liturgical routines when one wants to eat bacon instead of pray. Sometimes, it's the only commitment I can keep each day.
For when nature calls and won't go to voicemail.
How I got stuck when creating fake worlds.
Time to buckle up and build a better posting habit, thanks to the advice of @JamesClear:
A flash story about a breakup in Paris I wrote last year:
