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
Essay ReflectionDecember 3, 2023 Ideally, man’s best friend I have been a dog day for exactly eight days 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
Essay ReflectionApril 15, 2023 A prayerful conversation in the sunlight As I slogged through my classes, I couldn't shake the doomsaying of my own mind byJeff Steen
Essay ReflectionMarch 4, 2023 Why the 4-day work week is unrealistic for modern America A recent UK study on truncated work week hours is promising — but maybe not for byJeff Steen
Essay ReflectionFebruary 25, 2023 Drowned in the tide: Johann Hari and the fall of creative writing Volume, not integrity, has seemingly become the golden standard for effective byJeff Steen
Essay ReflectionFebruary 11, 2023 In bed with Salman Rushdie How do you find inspiration in an author so far outside your reach? byJeff Steen
