Cemetery Life
Cemeteries are for the living. At first it seems rather odd, Rolling green hills and concrete, Trees and bricks and marble, All used to...
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Jan 1, 202215 min read
Locking In
Shit! Tug sat up with a start. She had overslept. On Harvest Day, of all days. She bolted out of bed and quickly got dressed. She pulled...
Dec 30, 20212 min read
Healing Masculinity
This one goes out to all of the rare, spectacular men Who prove to me, with the way they live, time and time again That chivalry is not...
Dec 21, 20212 min read
The Sound of My Own Voice
My mind lies to me in the sound of my own voice. But that’s not entirely true, is it? Because when I listen to a recording of myself...
Dec 18, 202121 min read
Smoke Break
Writer's Note: Although the action of the play you are about to read is surrounded by smoking culture, it is important to note that this...
Dec 18, 20216 min read
Willow Trees
Roger took a flying leap at the budding willow tree branch. Watching him swing so freely, giggling and yelping like Tarzan, I was filled...
Dec 18, 20212 min read
When You Begin to Feel Better
When you finally do begin to feel better, I want you to pause. I want you to take a good, long, silent moment to remember. Remember the...
Dec 18, 20212 min read
The Holy Spirit Smells Like Cigarettes
I don’t know what the Holy Spirit looks like. But here’s what I do know: The Holy Spirit smells like the lingering scent of Newport 100s...
Dec 18, 20213 min read
Electric Chairs and Radical Hope
If you show people who self-identify as Christian an image of an electric chair and ask them to describe the feelings it stirs up in...
Dec 18, 20211 min read
Justice for George?
Since reading those four words I’ve been holding my breath. Holding my breath for a man who was denied his own. Holding my breath to keep...
Dec 18, 20211 min read
Friction & Flame
It all starts with friction. Rough sandpaper. A wooden match. A flick of the wrist. Combustion. The radiant flame licks its way playfully...
Dec 18, 20211 min read
Emotional Estuary
Gratitude and grief are not opposing forces. They are not rivers running separate courses. Rather, they merge together - a brackish...
Dec 18, 20215 min read
That time our buffalo escaped....
The box fans were doing their very best in the corners of the sanctuary as Pastor Winston’s sermon surpassed the 20 minute mark. My...
Dec 16, 202110 min read
Our Way
“Over here! I found it! Oh, honey it's BEAUTIFUL! Hurry!” Beth called to me from a couple of rows away. I hurried as much as my 74 year...
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