“…that great and singular movement of a heart that begins to love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing…all that might have been love in the whole course of his life flowed together in a sort of ineffable light. It was the second white apparition he had encountered. The Bishop had […]
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Short Story
IN A STORY
The winter front brought sky of low ceiling, a slow moving gray with mournings of rain between arid eyes of melancholy, a light wind on the air that left the sense of dampness even when rains withheld and stayed in somber sky. Under its cast, Ryan and Emma walked the streets of the […]
Short Story
UNIVERSE RESPONSE
“A shift in Universe, what do you mean?” she asked. “What are you speaking of?” He smiled, “Maybe, in speaking open and true before God—or Universe—if that’s what we want to call It; being open and vulnerable before sensing and sentient force; It understands. It recognizes and discerns sincerity, goodness of heart indifferent […]
Short Story
IN THE COSMOS
“Have you found a new book?” he asked. She smiled to the question, humored in attention and care for a interest dismissed by most of the world. She took a draw from her morning coffee, warmth in trace moving across lips, tongue, then down. She waited for reside of the feel before responding […]
Short Story
HEART OF WINTER
“He no longer beheld the night…It seemed to him that he felt those wings that we all have within us, unfolding…” Temperature fell, then storm arrived: slanting snows and billows of wind that broke in burst against wall and windows, scratch of snow soft in after-settling. Inside, they held to the warmth of one […]
Journal Pages
SUBLIME REALITY
“There are some touching illusions which are, perhaps, sublime realities.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables Book sits on reading table or wall’s top shelf. Bookmark creeps slowly into its volume between long pauses and time away until I return to it again; but it is always there, waiting for when soul should seek again. I […]
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SCRAP OF BLUE
For my friend Tyler, thank you for the ways you enriched and grew the lives you touched. Thank you for the conversations, books, philosophy, and talks of God. I am grateful to have been your friend.
Journal Pages
FICTIONS OF A TRUE-LIVED LIFE
“What happens when you die?” the counselor asks. It was a question posed to her, years before, when another learned of her written volumes filled with private thoughts and dreams. “I don’t know,” I answer. “I never really thought about it,” the same answer she gave then. “Are there things in […]