Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Would you like to work in the garden today?” he asked.  “I know the ground is probably heavy, and there’s a chance we’ll make a mess, but we can always amend if it isn’t right if we labor and work a little more.                It’s a beautiful day.                I want to be in […]

               “Moral perfection consists in man’s being moved to the good not by his will alone, but also by his sensitive appetite, as in the words of psalm: ‘My heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.’”—Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1770. _____                There was something of the morning sun that touched […]

               Through window view of second floor shone evening fire sky in flame of orange and yellow light before onset of the reds and fade of violet hues, nighttime’s answer and western mirror to morning dawns and suns of the east.                Awed, alive, inflamed at fire sky, she signed her spirit in start of […]

               “I want to live a Creative Life,” he spoke.  “I want to live, share, and experience in the company—mind, spirit, and body—of others who desire to live and share the same.                I want to express.  I want to exchange.  I want to live and find and trade in mutuality of openness when there […]

               They walked together trail and trees over Ozark mountainside, and in the warm spell sun, his mind returned into a memory that played in thought again.                Willing, resisting drift and distance, he remained within the present.                “Do you ever relive memories that were never more than thought?” he asked.  “A story written, […]

               It was a unique place of commonness and culture, poverty and wealth; wealth wrought of a simple plan, by a simple man, who after gaining unfathomable paper money never left the simplicity and metaphysical truth of simple home and simple means.                As is the way of most great wealths, it was the heirs […]

               Why is it the coldest days so often bear the brightest skies?  He wondered in stare on the morning brilliance.  Golden sun in cast-reflect off snow-white world crusted in surface melt of day before smoothed and sheened to unblemished face in freeze and fall of night.                 Sun returned, snow and world mirrored double-radiant.  […]

               Out of nowhere—silence and sky—it appeared in landing by her side.                 Through windowed divide, close and near, she stared at the owl in rest.  She looked into its eyes.  Owl stared back and into hers.  In the silence, they communed as certain spirits can and do—discovered magic of a way.                What was […]