Maybe some day another will read, check-in and follow up. It will be sign of another’s interest, sign of another’s care: their value we exist. If not, trouble not: our life is not their worry. Neither is it ours. Our life is not our own; it’s for the purpose that we serve. […]
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Short Story
DEAD SPACE
Is this the hill you want to die on? No. It’s not worth the fight, not worth the fires. And so it happens, one cedes the little acts intended as signs of love; actions and efforts met in critique, in criticism, but never recognized in compliment. One’s actions are repelled. […]
Short Story
STORY LIVED
She wrote from heart of the inner chamber, catching story as it came. Night gown of romance hue became dawn dress, brightened and sheened in return and rise of sun, in matching of the walls and sharp contrast of her fair, fine winter skin. Immersed in the story, she stayed within, eyes and […]
Short Story
CLOUD-TINT
Cold front blew. Winter arrived. Small, fine snow scratched to window glass. Press of wind in strike of bursts and blow sounded deep in bass and echoed in a feeling through the walls of the home. He looked through window, night still full, sound his strongest sense. He lit a candle on […]
Short Story
GHOST ALONE
Do you ever think back to past encounters and wonder why it is that you remember? Was there reason for their presence, intention in encounter and a happening? Why are some remembered—from only a few, brief and seeming inconsequential life-seeings—while others, known and relatively close to for years, pass from mind and spirit? […]
Journal Pages
PUZZLE
Life is a puzzle that, as ideal, becomes more clear in time and connection of its pieces. Maybe one day it all comes together: we see it full for what it’s meant to be. Maybe (and most likely for our majority) it remains greater and lesser degrees of mess; the proper place and fit […]
Short Story
RECIPROCITY
“In the history of philosophy, friendship was always considered a value, but Saint Thomas is the first to make charity a kind of friendship. In order to reach this conclusion that charity is indeed a form of friendship, he takes pains to reason very rigorously. He asks himself what are the characteristics of friendship. […]
Short Story
DECEMBER FLAME
November’s gone, December’s new, from first-snow in fall through day before that melted in the eve they woke to morning frost, gray, and ice on the trees bowing boughs weighted in carry of the burden. Winter greens, last live of garden, shadowed darkly in a green suggesting death. But the cold was not […]