God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. If by God we mean a very particular cake that once gave off a delectable aroma and bestowed a splash of bright, beautiful, and terribly artificial color on a muted winter landscape, then yes, God is dead. And we three (oh, three, that…
I made you an acrostic to convince you to come to my college. H: Homeschoolers We have a number of them. Homeschoolers are different. They haven’t been brainwashed with the same dye as the rest, and since they haven’t been stuck in a classroom for most of their lives, they’ve had the opportunity to do…
Jamie Wyeth’s Phlegmatic Sheep
Dead, dying, flying, clacking, tumbling – Shining eyes, girl lying in the grass, in the moment, and now the bones. Each second is a hint of death. A year is a nudge. And then you are someone you weren’t, and the eyes were clear and now they are fogged up. Soon they will not be…