Rest assured that I am still alive. I am currently adjusting to my new college schedule, which means that today’s post consists of brief fragments from my journal. Thank you for your patience! First Morning: It turns out that the friendly asterisk on the bottom of my freshman orientation schedule was a misprint. The cadence … Continue reading College Firsts
Month: August 2022
Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Song Draft: Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Enjoy the Daniel Now version of my latest poem.
Ice Cream Shop Antics
Beware of the "O," Tip Baby, If You Give a Bulldog Ice Cream, and The Rollerblading Minstrel
A Liturgy for the Wronged
The line between venting and gossip Is too fine for my rage-blinded eyes to perceive. The dam which stems the bitter flood Of careless words is cracking.
Ice Cream Edification
Even in my "desert" of a summer, there has been scatterings of refreshment. It seems that the Lord handpicked an assortment of customers, as unbelievable as characters straight out of a Dickens novel, to hammer home truths through humor.
Reflections from Brightfield 