Paper Hyacinths

A repository for the scattered flowers of a man's thought

Hello and welcome to Paper Hyacinths, an irregular publication for a man who takes himself a bit too seriously, posting on an arbitrary number of topics, and publishing in its own good time with no particular rhyme or reason.

Below lay the scattered ephemera of a fevered mind. I write on topics as diverse as poetry and literature (with some of my own short fiction thrown into the mix), the sorry state of the world, and the glories of life in the Risen Lord. The publication is called Paper Hyacinths for a twofold reason. One: hyacinths are the flowers of spring, of birth and renewal, and I seek more than anything to capture the spirit of Spring in my writing. To shake off the procrustean, to inhabit the revitalized. In short, to be resurrected, reconstructed as some would say. Two: these little posts are like flowers pressed and closed into the pages of a book, pretty to look upon, pleasing to the one who pressed them there, but of little consequence. If these flowers bloom for you, it is only by the grace of God.

If any of that sounded remotely interesting, have your head examined. Also, click the subscribe button.