Fourth Friday of Lent

Are we anything now but the co-authors of a vast and lonely library where poetry gathers dust alongside theology, and linguistics, and a treasure trove of in-jokes we no longer care to understand? Artifacts of a bygone age like the Roman coin: spent, stolen, spilt blood even, now buried in an unlabelled drawer. There areContinue reading “Fourth Friday of Lent”

Fourth Thursday of Lent

Breaking down is easy. It requires only a hammer and an eye for where to hit and where to pry. Building up, now—that takes hours and many false starts, and mistakes and extra screws, and its byproduct is frustration but its product is a chair. Just that. Made to hold a human being, more precious thanContinue reading “Fourth Thursday of Lent”