Writing

Books, and articles written for the web — a running archive as it's gathered.

Publications

Academic and literary work, from a PhD thesis on St. Anselm to essays in edited collections.

Thesis · 2013

Poetic/Dialectic: The Confluence of Poetry and Philosophy in St. Anselm's Theology

PhD Thesis, University of St. Michael's College (University of Toronto) — also forthcoming as a book from Pickwick Publications

Chapter · 2015

The Pastor as Poet

Chapter in For Christ and His Church: Essays in Service of the Church and Its Mission, ed. Rick Reed (Sola Scriptura Ministries International)

Chapter · 2012

An Appeal to Zeal

Chapter in Letters to a Future Church: Words of Encouragement and Prophetic Appeals, ed. Chris Lewis (InterVarsity Press)

Journal Article · 1999

P(r)o(ph)ets

Black Theology in Britain: A Journal of Contextual Praxis, Issue 2 (Continuum International Publishing Group)

Poem · 2000

Da/d/a/y(click to read)

Spark: Magazine of Cambridge Arts

It was the day Art attacked.

1/  Bouncing of(f) the padded museum walls
a Picasso falls
		fract(ure)aling my feema.
2/  I swallowed a fortune cookie [rapid rabid rabbit] whole.
3/  Beethoven wrote his nth Symphony on my back
	in majik ma(r)ker at a party
		passed out in mystical Revelation
			mediated of coarse by Iohn.

				If so
the Spirit dwells in me
it is fire.

It was the day Art attacked.
(There's a history of 'em in my family. So said my dead Aunt.)

4/  On my way to New York City
	I saw a transport(ed) truck blasphemally reading:
G.O.D.
guaranteed overnight delivery
Call 1-800-something-something-GOD

'Nobody calling on the phone,
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome.'

Art: the terror of living the joy of dying?

I make the call.

Who knows when/what God might deliver?

5/  It hits yo/u/s   dada
dad
da day.

Poem · 2000

Academia Nuts(click to read)

Spark: Magazine of Cambridge Arts

Repugnant, Repugnant, let down your silver hair,
Can't you see the 6 000 000 000 people down there?
They built your ivory tower
& have the power to devour
your (or should I say
 our)
ethereal urethral  showers:
of theories
& queries
libraries
& sherries

Climbing to such heights is very scary;
You join the cult, hot air thins out,
Result:
airy-fairy hara-kiri.

So just remember buddy
the Greatest Books to be studied
were born on the bloody muddy streets
not the retreats
of some old fuddy-duddy.