Paradise Reimagined: A conversation with Milton

By Jared St. Martin Brown “Till one greater man restore us and regain the blissful seat” (Paradise Lost, I, 4-5) I Hail Holy Fire*, Whose footprints indelibly brand The naked hide of the occupied wilderness Ethereal power into flesh like lead, Ex Nihilo, Light spoken into the womb of chaos Into purity stricken came purity... Continue Reading →

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Message of Peace

Yesterday, the Pope handed President Trump signed copies of two of his messages, one on climate change and one entitled “Nonviolence - A Style of Politics for Peace.” The President responded, “We’ll be reading them.” Let’s hope.  The latter is the most Christ-like assessment of the violence in our world I’ve read. And I am... Continue Reading →

Invocation

Congratulations, You exist And I don’t care How much you resist, I don’t care How much you doubt it, How much you deny Or lie about it, How you close your eyes And tighten your fists, It makes no difference You still exist Parallels infinite Broken sims Impossible dreams And forgotten whims Ebbing and flowing... Continue Reading →

Billy and Patty

By Jared St. Martin Brown Back when I lived in Arizona, I used to go on a lot of solitary hikes and camping trips. It was my way of taking full advantage of my time in the desert. It fit right in to the narrative I had already created for myself years ago. As a... Continue Reading →

Parable of the Wedding Night

By Jared St. Martin Brown Every once in a while, I live through a parable. It was my best friend’s wedding night. Albani and I had the awkward and intimate honor of going ahead of the bride and groom to light candles around their apartment. We had to create that magic, romantic atmosphere, and then... Continue Reading →

Grace vs. Dark Justice

  Oh Grace, You glorious Amazon, How thrilled was I to be free? You broke down walls, Demolishing halls, Saving others like me When we were gathered, We refugees, For a time, we held hands and cried, But the power of the law Called to us all, For a villain’s first love is pride “Before... Continue Reading →

Grace, My Girl, My Heroine

Grace, my girl, my heroine My Wonder Woman, breaker of walls Wisdom’s pretty sister, first sign of beauty Found me after my fall Wild and sexy with her love of truth In her fists, her golden rope My prison, a fool’s paradigm A villain’s notion of hope And a villain was I (not super) A... Continue Reading →

Pandemonium

    I Hugh Hefner bought a place in the cemetery Next to the grave of Marilyn Monroe Just as Faustus asked to kiss Helen of Troy As he stood on the canyon rim of the Abyss "Ah Mephistophilis!" It wouldn't really be a man's world Unless every Beauty could be juxtaposed Next to her... Continue Reading →

Death

Dear Rich Mullins, You wanted to go out like Elijah With the whirlwind to fuel your chariot of fire   Well, I hope that when you were flying through the window Of that car, as it rolled over on the highway in Illinois, Your spirit never hit the ground   And when your body rolled... Continue Reading →

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