“But he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his bruises we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray, every one hath turned aside into his own way: and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of […]
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LOVE IN THE RAIN
The front showed in bands across the western sky, cream wisp of clouds above shadow underside of storm, their contrast lighted sharp by the rising eastern sun. Sky weighed cool and damp with the scent of humus—spring’s living earth disturbed, trodden, and cloven between hooves into mud beneath ranging cattle—holding in its air. […]
Short Story
PERCEPTION OF PURPOSE
“All novels, all poetry, are built to the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”—John Steinbeck, East of […]