“Do what you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic in the heart of man, love.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables Oh, but how world will try: to denounce the beautiful as ugly; to raise ugly as ideal; to call on suppression of spirit and obeisance to the mass; that beauty and love are decided, […]
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Short Story
SPACE BETWEEN
“In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another. They were both very shy, […]
Faith
1 CORINTHIANS 13
“If I speak to you in tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. […]
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MIRROR LIFE
If that is Purgatory’s purpose, is not this world—in so many ways—a mirror? To live and refine our understanding of love: what it is, what it means? We climb, or hold fixed at baser levels, as we learn (or never do) vices of love’s extremes, misconceptions, world untruths, as we discern and refine […]
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LIKE ME
It rained today. Before it came, I finished planting of a field and, after accomplishment and when it struck, returned home under its soft fall and patter sound. Home, I began into cleaning on a shop beside our home. When my family arrived, Owen held behind in car. I was told he […]
Short Story
DEPARTING
“Do you believe in angels?” she asked as she gathered the spread cards before her, eyes returning to gaze over stilled sky. “I do,” he answered. “I believe in their origin, angelos—messengers—and that their messages find us through different mediums and means.” “How so?” she asked. “Maybe a stranger, maybe a […]
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CANYON’S CHANGE
Light of the canyon shadowed, showing first on valley floor, ascending ever higher as sun ceded to the west. She stared on the eastern wall, watching shadow’s climb, wind returning through the chasm as thermals stirred in change of warmth and light. Her hair blew in the change, catching and fanning over face as […]
Short Story
ON THE WINDS
Above, cloudless sky shone as cielo de luz; sun concentrated orb surrounded in white aurora sensed with edge of eyes as one was unable to stare direct upon the light. Through the air, winds shifted. Uncertain of direction and purpose, it turned inward, currents in cyclic sweeps that blew open covers of books and […]