Unfurling Grief
she modeled the wintering, the unfurling.
And I know I can stand strong in my winter when it comes.
Fire in the Pit
I write fire.
I fire words.
Words fire me.
The Push and Pull of Life
Ed could invent a thousand excuses for choosing to drink. He could pretend life had driven him to drink. But the truth was he just wanted to. It wasn’t something else and the drink. It was just Ed and the drink.
Flash Fiction in the Sand
My flash-fiction story, “The Conceit of Sand,” was picked up by Third Wednesday Magazine. If you need a pick me up in your hectic week, this publication has the perfect balance of brief and deep.
Write for Clarity
I write for clarity. Once upon a time, fables and stories were written for clarity, awareness of guiding principles, good reason and choices.
I Cast My Vote
I choose prayer over despair.
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