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ON SMALLTOWN SQUARE
Last night, I went to the fair on our small town square. It was after work. I showered and went, relieving my mom who came down from the city to help with the boys while Audrey and Bridgette are at volleyball and I am in the fields. It was more special […]
SUMMER STORIES
They finished the field, and he went home. He found himself alone and made something of the time. He sat on the porch as sun fell low smoking small cigar—Arturo Fuente, Hemingway Short Story; life was a never-end of short stories lived, written, and smoked. He smoked […]
BURGUNDY AND BROME
He dreamt her in burgundy and brome again. Highlights of her hair as rays of evening sun, lovely and long and falling from shadow of roots—like shadow of cloud—to touch of bed and spread of brome; white painted toes of her bare and crossed feet in sit and gazing on the sun. […]
LOST IN TRANSLATION
“Then David gathered all the people together, and went out against Rabbath: and after fighting, he took it. And he took the crown of their king from his head, the weight of which was a talent of gold, set with the most precious stones, and it was put upon David’s head, and the spoils […]
RECONCILED
He felt the low unsettle and hollow of kind that comes in dissonance from sin, when one senses and knows their soul apart and distancing from God. He never found a way to make it better—never by himself. Always, as he had learned through Church’s teaching and practice of the Sacrament—it required […]