Lazarus and— —face buried in breaststhat smell the sweat of other men—a heaping swell of byJeff SteenJune 16, 2024
Antemeridian Eye of the morning is scratchy red,the sort on the edge of burn byJeff SteenApril 28, 2024
A brief rant on Anglocentrism Rick Stein walks into a Hamburg market, ogling the eels byJeff SteenApril 7, 2024
ReflectionJune 11, 2022 My kingdom for a pause The world is a cacophony of races, and I’m forever chasing down a win byJeffrey Steen
ReflectionJune 4, 2022 I’m sorry for apologizing I’m in love with apologies — too in love byJeffrey Steen
PoetryMay 29, 2022 A pub fire embered You’ll think me morbid, but I’ve thought about my final repose byJeffrey Steen
PoetryMay 13, 2022 I linger sometimes in the columbarium I’m stirred by memories of those who came before, long since hushed byJeffrey Steen
EssayMay 1, 2022 Deity Be Damned: Finding a Spiritual Home Outside the Bounds of Monotheism My faith journey has been uncomfortable lately, and I’m not sure where I fit byJeffrey Steen