The bridge glows a subdued orange Our whispers echo from its walls If I could master all the bells I’d backpedal to one hour ago. An opened coffin completes the corridor And time totters us to it As if the cuckoo urged us on Or hurled us through the air toward it. … Read More
PART ONE 1 SURROUNDED BY LOVE The magic of one moment: the culmination of one woman, Darlene Best, at the end of her life. She arises from her sick bed. This time her spiritual essence only ascends, as she gazes at the twisted, broken husk beneath her, finally, already in her… Read More
There is a song I hear during the winter holidays called, ‘I’ll Be Home for Christmas.’ I’ve heard it each year going all the way back to the 1960s, but until recently I hadn’t paid much attention to the words. The singer promises he’ll be home for Christmas. He assures us we can count on… Read More
And of her God, the very God who so much loved the world He gave His own begotten son to hang upon a tree A light to penetrate the night and shine for all to see. A child was born long years ago into a world of sin And this year’s Christmas Special is a… Read More
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It is a constant chore through each and every hour of each and every day to maintain the viability and positioning of the buttons on my shirt. The button that bothers me most, probably undeservedly, is the button directly above the zipper on my work slacks. In reality I’ve…
My preoccupation with buttons has given way to a much larger and fully realized tragedy. Today I battled one on one with a much more serious enemy. That would be my pants. But for the sake of common decency in this article I will refer to my pants as ‘vroomhickas.’ Today as I swung my… Read More