A Melody And Not A Jingle


It’s the smell of food being made.  The lights on the decorated trees.  All, reminders of a life. That is no longer ours.  The ghost life.  On days such as today, we get thrown into a life that no longer exists for us,  but we are forced to see it on others.  People who have not experienced tragedy…

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Will You Come And Sit With Me?


It’s heavy in there, isn’t it?  It is as if you are carrying a whole arena.  One, no one can see.  No witness to it.  Even you, you are blinded to your own hurt.  The heaviness, steals the words you wish you could utter.  There is something about the weight of it, that can mask your voice.  When we…

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Catch Me If You Can


I was trying to explain how I feel to someone new in my life. She seemed lost. I could see it in her eyes, she just stared at me in silence.  She was struggling. Trying to understand me.  Attempting to respond with the right words.  She was failing, for me and for her.  And it hit me.  People like…

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The Field Amidst The Two Houses: A Short Story


And then there is this knowing that affairs, even the love kind, are not blameless. They foil with the future the way God quickens our destiny without caution, just like the rain dawns in the midst of a summer’s day dampening the exposed ground. At the cottage down the hill a wasted senile man is…

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A Melody And Not A Jingle


It’s the smell of food being made.  The lights on the decorated trees.  All, reminders of a life. That is no longer ours.  The ghost life.  On days such as today, we get thrown into a life that no longer exists for us,  but we are forced to see it on others.  People who have not experienced tragedy…

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Will You Come And Sit With Me?


It’s heavy in there, isn’t it?  It is as if you are carrying a whole arena.  One, no one can see.  No witness to it.  Even you, you are blinded to your own hurt.  The heaviness, steals the words you wish you could utter.  There is something about the weight of it, that can mask your voice.  When we…

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Catch Me If You Can


I was trying to explain how I feel to someone new in my life. She seemed lost. I could see it in her eyes, she just stared at me in silence.  She was struggling. Trying to understand me.  Attempting to respond with the right words.  She was failing, for me and for her.  And it hit me.  People like…

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The Field Amidst The Two Houses: A Short Story


And then there is this knowing that affairs, even the love kind, are not blameless. They foil with the future the way God quickens our destiny without caution, just like the rain dawns in the midst of a summer’s day dampening the exposed ground. At the cottage down the hill a wasted senile man is…

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