“For where thy treasure is, there is thy heart also.”—Matthew 6: 21 _____ Rain in the night, soft sound to window pane and wall in frame, she woke and sleep would not return. Circle wisp of ceiling fan in sound and moved wind-stir, she lain on her side and then on back listening […]
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Short Story
STORY-LIFE
In receive and reading of his art, she found permission and encouragement to make her own—creations from sentiments long saved and stored in guard, safe, for when mind and spirit were prepared to make something of her treasures. She went within, to all saved and stored and present still—wanting told and made into […]
Journal Pages
OTHER WORLDS
I drove the road where “By River’s Bend” wrote into my mind—O Highway headed north in bends through the Big River Bottoms, old timber stands that open to wide, flat fields that are flooded for ducks in the fall, broad plane of timber and flood before rising back into upland hills beyond. There […]
Short Story
NOVEMBER NIGHT
“Therefore take good heed unto time, how that thou dispendest it: for nothing is omore precious than time. In one little time, as little as it is, may heaven be won and lost. A token it is that time is precious: for God, that is given of time, giveth never two times together, but […]
Short Story
AFTER-WRITE
After love, story wrote, but it was to her through which it came. Intimate and open, naked in her trust, she sat with story as it showed. Word upon word, line upon line, paragraph into page, story wrote fluid and lyric as their bodies in the make: natural, finding, smooth and sweet, strengthen […]
Short Story
WISDOM AND PSALM’S PROCLAIM
Rain fell slow and steadily on earth and through its last they remained indoors and shelter of the home. They kept the hearth full in burn, dry wood stacked and staged beside. It’s burn and heat compounded in room, most strong before hearth and lessening in distance from hearth and flame. Front door […]