Somehow, it is May 16, 2019. May 16 already. Ten days ago, my cousin would have turned 38. His beagle, who is now my beagle, is whining in his crate. Beagles, if you don't know, are beautiful and complicated and a little bit of mess. Beagles are like people when it all comes right down … Continue reading In May, Another Easter
Not that I'm measuring my life out in coffee-spoons or anything, but, for context, this was posted in 2015: Prufrock turns 100 this year, T.S. Eliot 122. Read it here. Read it now.
This is an except from something I wrote a few years ago. Below it is a Spotify link to the song "Chicago." It's possible to encounter O'Connnor's stories (you never really just read them) without explicitly discerning her deep, abiding belief in literary art as Christian vocation or her mission to show, as she said, … Continue reading Flannery and Sufjan
It's mostly an Illinois thing, but there's also an important Lehigh Valley connection. I wrote about this a few years ago, but because I love Sufjan Stevens and hate injustice, I'll tell you about it again: Pulaski was a Polish noble and general who helped the American colonies win their independence from Great Britain by … Continue reading Cornelia, Mulatto Slave
Sudden fiction is another term for flash fiction, but the two aren't simply synonymous, at least not to my ear. Don't read too much into the title of this post. I'm not making some argument that the Gospel of Mark ought to be thought of as fiction or non-fiction by modern definitions. I'm talking about … Continue reading The Gospel of Mark as Sudden Fiction
This is probably from 2013: Yesterday I reposted a three-year old piece about Hess's, the famed and sorely missed downtown commercial icon that owned the 20th century not just in Allentown but really across this part of Pennsylvania. As you know if you live here, Allentown is undergoing half-a-billion dollars in new capital investment. This … Continue reading Solidarity, Serendipity, Grace: a brief story from my morning
From 2014: I'm trying to write a new post about depression and doubt. One does not do this without referencing Leonard Cohen and Ernest Hemingway. I looked up some old posts for reference, only to find that I'd written this almost a year ago to the day: https://chriscocca.com/2013/02/08/rockstars-and-whetstones-and-ssris-steven-hyden-and-a-bunch-of-other-stuff/ I can't say that my medical situation … Continue reading Doubt, Depression, Dread-Mornings of the Soul