Poetry for those who love and mourn
A man embracing the beauty of misted forests met by the squalls of the sea. A poet pondering the gray horizon, knowing he will never reach it.
This is where things go when I want people to find them easily. Old things. New things. Some other things. It all depends.
Liberalism tore man away from God. Post-liberalism intends to tear man away from himself. Poetry · Literature · Cultural Commentary · Essays · Nationalism · Faith