Swan Song

In an earlier essay, I wrote that perfectionism, or, more specifically, our expectations of perfection, can be the enemy of goodness. This essay is about other, earthly enemies. It’s also about the autumn of life, the nature of death, and the power of love. I also...

The Broken Men

We’re only men We break, we bend Our lives we spend For unseen ends No greater love No crueler fate The chance for glory We all await Gauntlets tight Game faces on As one we stand Steadfast and strong A beast in a cage A boy in boots A man in a mask A corpse in...