Hark the herald angels sing--did they not blow their trumpets signaling the recreation of the universe at the Incarnation of the Son of God who is begotten not made before time and creation; all that nativity stuff that I took more seriously than Macy's could or would, but I did not go to church, … Continue reading A Day not so Unlike any Other Day [Flash Fiction]

i What good are eyes if they only see what they are told to see? I have always seen what I've been shown, with or without the light necessary to see as I should see. What good are they, these eyes that look at the world, to the world, for what? We look for hope, … Continue reading Standing Under [A Short-short Story]