Divine Spark on Wednesday

Divine Spark on Wednesday

I do not buy those words, sacred and secular, They’ve rent the world in two.   They take the magic from how a speck of dust catches the light Or how the cadence of footfall is poetry. They make too much of church casseroles that do not feed the multitudes. Blind adult...
By the Grace of God

By the Grace of God

                     I set the bottle down on the kitchen counter in an aggravated attempt to swat                     at the words accumulating in my mind                     like how the pan with leftover marinara,                                         from the...
We Are All Decaying

We Are All Decaying

Cancer grows in odd places and moves in unseen ways. A big mass in his chest. A tiny spot in his spine. The bad, old cells clumping together to attack and destroy. In the beginning, death seems like the biggest and only potential thief. You do not yet realize that...
Stitches

Stitches

Each word I spoke undid our neatly stitched seam until a gaping hole loomed between us. I could still see beyond but as the days wore on the frayed edges waved­­­ and wisped in my hot wind until all I could catch was a glimpse of the man with whom I had once been one....