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
Evergreens are not so always green Evergreens are not so alwaysgreen, are they? byJeff SteenMarch 29, 2024
PoetryOctober 26, 2023 Faith of the stonemason Between the hammer falls, the druid pleads byJeff Steen
Essay ReflectionOctober 23, 2023 No, It Won’t Be Alright: Ripping Off Society’s Spiritual Bandaid How do we balance the insights of science and the comforts of spiritual byJeff Steen
EssayOctober 15, 2023 A Short Treatise on the Dissemination of a Writer’s Work The three criteria for publicizing writing byJeff Steen
PoetrySeptember 23, 2023 Another ticking tocked When I get up, and the sun is yetstruggling to light a fireso that we may see a byJeff Steen
PoetryAugust 19, 2023 Sunning to do I spent an afternoon in the forest with some hard-won success byJeff Steen
ReflectionAugust 12, 2023 I turned to the Qu’ran I was put off by the spiritual words that came bolded and highlighted in my byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 30, 2023 Writing a Poem with the Help of Billy Collins “Torture is a chocolate chip cookie” byJeff Steen
ReflectionJuly 23, 2023 O Sons and Daughters My faith wavers and my investment in church has dried up byJeff Steen