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
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...
Enjoy the Daniel Now version of my latest poem.
Beware of the "O," Tip Baby, If You Give a Bulldog Ice Cream, and The Rollerblading Minstrel
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.
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.