Made to Reason

See the fangs and anxious licks Of that ancient dog squirming under desert sun. His bloated gut drags on thirsty sand, Blood and bile in...

In ethereal warmth he hides, Known and not blended both in crimson tides. The stream within is in song with the sea without, An opera...

God is very much like time: sovereign over our every thought and deed yet so humbly unobtrusive as to content himself with constant,...

Neuropsychologists, and those who have given the subject more than a minute’s consideration, have long understood that there is no...

What leads an individual to racism? There are likely as many roots to that sickly tree as there are leaves, yet I believe they can be...