Oh Yeah, I Can Marry You
Four years ago yesterday I became an ordained minister. I discovered the news this morning while reading (deleting) my emails. There in...
Speak-Writing
This is a session dictated by voice. I only, well, I only slightly thought about that first sentence, and these following sentences will...
Schrodinger's Cones
There is a mystery outside. Not quite Agatha Christie, but, in my mind, worthy of that descriptor nonetheless. I bless the situation with...
A Letter to a Musical Artist
This is a letter written for a musical artist. One I will not name. I can’t name. I am afraid to type the name. For typing the name...
New Equilibrium
He held his gaze for as long as he could on the shrinking red lights. Blinking wasn't important at a time like this. He felt bad for it,...
Skin to the Dirt, Eyes Up
With the skin of her fingers pressed firmly against the dirt and grass below, she repositions the placement of her buttocks to feel more...
Autumn Leaf
An autumn leaf covers his left eye while the right wanders across the horizon. His lack of neck, plus a poor posture that was struck...
a Bowie moment
She was in the middle of making one of the most difficult decisions of her life, and it was frying her brain. Changes or Starman? The...
Calculating the Impossible
Tip-toeing over her scattered dirty clothes she reached her most valuable possession: her whiteboard. She took solace in the fact that it...
Socks
When questioned on her mismatched socks the woman felt compelled to sigh. And not just any sigh, she wanted to release a meaty one full...
worry
The lack of certainty shrunk as fast as the man opposite drank from his mug. This was the moment he had been dreading for some time....
Under the Bridge
The dim river rippled at its calmest directly under the bridge. It's one of the three reasons the jacketed man chose to spend his daily...