By Sean Dempsey 6/23/23 Thunder exploded in the night sky. The rain didn’t seem to stop falling for a second. Nor did the sirens stop wailing. A sad cacophony of noise that was at once sublime yet bristled the soul—simultaneously sweet and sour in a way that made the confused sounds unbearable. Oliver was petrified. […]
By Sean Dempsey, 03/31/25 The sun sank low on Lilac Lane;The stars began to peep.And laughter rang from mouths of men Who’d never yet known grief. With meat and wine their hearts were glad—Their tables richly spread.Till sudden came the radio’s cry: “A bomb shall strike,” it said! Then silence fell like Yahweh’s tomb, […]
by Sean Dempsey | 06/02/24 When I try to make sense of currency in the digital age, I start from a conviction that feels almost embarrassingly old-fashioned: money cannot survive without hard grounding; it must not subsist as mere style. It can be abstract, electronic, contractual, or symbolic, but it cannot be only mood. Philosophers […]
