Hillsong
They’ve given the business to my mother’s favorite hill, just off Little Plum Run Road. Once: a cascading glade, the kind you’d see in those old movies couples, bounding in […]
Writings
Overburden
My heart is heavy. I marvel at this rock of ages, eternity even strip mined for what’s stuck beneath the surface. All this runoff just so I could, baring it
(T)rain in the Distance
April showers twice now this month and we’re only three days in –not to mention the onion snow guaranteed to make you cry. Thunder shoulders the heavy lifting, furniture looks
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Lounging
surrounded by this great cloud of witnesses behind and before me letters the stepping stones speaking out Your name. I cannot bear to drink from the cup You’ve been offered, yet
A walk in the park
Witch’s familiar unlucky black cat in the hat pushed from its perch with a squeak and a lurch giving Barry the evil eye curses a hiss, unmissed amid circles that
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Disappearing Ink
red pen not in correction but connection a written revival red letter Bible words of Jesus may it please us the rule of thumb, among us creative types: write what
The Distress (Letter to the Editor)
My eyes peruse the abuse from the tip of an unbeliever’s pen. We shall counter that blade with flaming swords holding back their tide of triumph. The enemy shall not
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Fairest
The mirror’s glamour gloomy shade reflected not what he thought: the sleep on the road, on the run prisons of papier-mâché monsters of men, martyrs wearing crowns of thorns. While