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
PoetryDecember 27, 2023 Parce domine I The rustle at the start of the dayswells like trumpets at the charge of byJeff Steen
PoetryDecember 26, 2023 I love to apple-pick I love to apple-pick with my beau, but only in their seasonwhen the rest of the byJeff Steen
StoryDecember 16, 2023 A recipe for cinnamon rolls Before she passed, the world revolved around Grandma byJeff Steen
PoetryDecember 10, 2023 A Theology of Puppies 1 The early morning cracks, as it always does —sun seeping through a byJeff Steen
Essay ReflectionDecember 3, 2023 Ideally, man’s best friend I have been a dog day for exactly eight days byJeff Steen
PoetryNovember 18, 2023 Out of season I read an article (I skimmed an article) yesterday that said: Too many of byJeff Steen