mjunkroski

When I was a kid, television was only about a decade old. Shows were in black and white, broadcast over

In the beginning, there was a Singularity of potential hovering between being and nothingness. Unaware that its own eternal presence

Summer’s heat waves rise visibly from the super-heated asphalt, and I find myself staring out my window, watching the pigeons.

O’Hare airport in 1973 was a wonderland to a ten-year-old, with its sweeping, arched ceilings and people blurrily buzzing about

Fifty days after Easter, Christians worldwide celebrate Pentecost and read from Acts 2 about the Holy Spirit descending on an

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,“To talk of many things:Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–Of cabbages–and kings–And why the sea is