The story is as old as man. Older, if you believe it came first, and us afterwards. And oldest of all story's incarnate tongues is poetry. From days when the nomad paid his poet in cattle, to our current electric era and its global reach, poetry has always held the story, and the story holds us.What then is the man in story? Since the time of Adam, he has been the monster, that which is alienated, that which does not fit. The vampire, the scientist's deformed creation, the killer, ...

Is the speech of angels poetry? Some have called it so. For others, it is the first thing God created, in the form of Wisdom. Whatever poetry might be, it is a means through which we praise and contemplate our Creator.These are the principles embodied in Like a Lamb, cosmic poet Simon Pole's latest collection of sacred poetry. From the most extreme events of a lifetime to the small moments of everyday life, the poems of Like a Lamb explore how our lives relate to God, and how we ar...

Reaching higher than the Tower of Babel, shining brighter than the Golden Calf, such is the idol of the future man will raise to worship. A rocketship of immense size and power, the culmination of the best efforts earth has to offer. By compulsion or chicanery, all have been forced to build it. And all will be changed by the Apocalypse its fiery crash from orbit ushers in...In the Wasteland, where ignorant armies continue to fight, a small community is spared, eking out a meagre ex...

The world is re-enchanted. The sacred returns. And so does ex-angel Robert Hunger to the west coast streets of Terminal City. There to witness the great sorting mix of atheism, evolution, the Christian supernatural, European paganism and indigenous culture at the end of our epoch. Who will triumph? Who will falter? Or will a new synthesis prevail as one age turns to another…The literary perspective disappears. The novel declines. Only the epic is left standing to bear our culture, ...

Finalist for the CASEY Award for Best Baseball Book of 2025They say baseball players are a superstitious bunch, with charms, and rituals, and things that cannot be said in the dugout. Just as there are no atheists in fox holes, they play a game of such extreme highs and lows, that the touch of the next world is always at hand. And like Achilles and the Greeks on the shores of Troy, the gods—the baseball gods—are waiting there to drive mad whom they would destroy......

Reaching higher than the Tower of Babel, shining brighter than the Golden Calf, such is the idol of the future man will raise to worship. A rocketship of immense size and power, the culmination of the best efforts earth has to offer. By compulsion or chicanery, all have been forced to build it. And all will be changed by the Apocalypse its fiery crash from orbit ushers in...In the Wasteland, where ignorant armies continue to fight, a small community is spared, eking out a meagre ex...

The Ocean is chaos, but it is also the regularity of wave and tide. The Ocean is the mirror of the sky, reflecting what is not itself, but also the container of unplumbed depths and myriads uncounted: a world onto itself...The Ocean is the meeting point of peoples, and their divider. Across its face extends trade and travel; a face that, when angry, destroys the very same. The Ocean is a match for the mind of man, and his probe into what is known and unknown...Poems For Oce...