Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

It’s a hackneyed cliché that great poets, writers, thinkers, are seldom recognized by their contemporaries. Cultures are so caught up in their own little dioramas, the bigger pictures often pass by unseen. Perhaps future generations will recognize Wendell Berry as the...
Dead End, by opie477

Dead End, by opie477

People suffer all over the world, In painful balls they’re tightly curled. Waiting, hoping, begging and killing, Atrocities done by the willing. Seeking answers to who they are, Am I just here to go to war? Meaning and purpose. I want them now, Where is my peace? I...
escape pod, by Elan Holdorf

escape pod, by Elan Holdorf

“Okay, I’ll go first,” he said, leaning back and clasping his hands behind his head. He took a deep breath and looked at the two other men in the small escape pod. “It’s not like I have anything to hide. I mean I haven’t done anything wrong. Well,...