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
Rest Day They say Sunday is the rest day:the rest of your humanity, coming to byJeff SteenMarch 10, 2024
PoetryApril 7, 2024 Crooked “Crooked” is all I could say of the 78-year-oldsoybean farmer who byJeff Steen
PoetryMarch 29, 2024 Evergreens are not so always green Evergreens are not so alwaysgreen, are they? byJeff Steen
PoetryMarch 10, 2024 Rest Day They say Sunday is the rest day:the rest of your humanity, coming to byJeff Steen
PoetryFebruary 10, 2024 My bedroom is a wireless jungle My bedroom is a wireless jungle:the lights rush on at the sound of my byJeff Steen
PoetryJanuary 13, 2024 The journal entry, January 2024 Dear me, You’re making an effort to write about your day, and I byJeff Steen
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
PoetryDecember 10, 2023 A Theology of Puppies 1 The early morning cracks, as it always does —sun seeping through a byJeff Steen
PoetryOctober 26, 2023 Faith of the stonemason Between the hammer falls, the druid pleads 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