Milieu He stopped believing in God once. It lasted a full morning. She was happy and secure once in the plastic garden of sterile comfort. Then the cancer struck her father, struck her family and the families entwined into her family and into the closely knit community masquerading as a church, struck with an almightyContinue reading “Excerpt 4 from an upcoming novel which may or may not ever finish.”
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Excerpt 3 from an upcoming novel
Mountains of Dimpled Sunlight They all sat around the table, wishing they could string a coherent thought together. One of them had a Bible, for that was all they could do now, just ape in ever more disparate fashion the coming of the glory of the Lord. Let’s free the man, they said in unison.Continue reading “Excerpt 3 from an upcoming novel”
Excerpt 2 of an upcoming novel
The Next Morning The darkening night is as the day to the Lord of Hosts, to the Lamb who was slain from the beginning of the world. The next morning he awoke sluggishly with the excuse of his malaise resting in several too many drinks. He sat up and turned to see her resting peacefullyContinue reading “Excerpt 2 of an upcoming novel”
Excerpt 1 from an upcoming novel
And he thought at times that this pain and this suffering was already over, that the Kingdom of God was already at hand. And yet God, behold that Lamb of God the maker of all things new, was doing a great thing. And a great thing started to approach in thunder and winds of terror;Continue reading “Excerpt 1 from an upcoming novel”
He is and He is here and He is here now
Write, he thought. Write of the years gone by, when things were bleak and hopeless, write as much as you can about them now, because soon they will be impossible to recall with an emotional vividness, soon they will be drowned out in an ocean of joy. Write those scenes, those moments of the darknessContinue reading “He is and He is here and He is here now”
Blessed are those who wash their robes
There was an almighty roar of chaos, and the dragon struggled mightily against its chains. Mountains fled and men hid, and still the man fought mightily against his demons, growing stronger and stronger as the name of Christ reverberated from his lips throughout the abyss. And at the crescendo of chaos, somehow a small stillContinue reading “Blessed are those who wash their robes”
Speak plainly
Come now friend let us speak as people have not spoken in years, let us produce ideas and feelings which engender greatness not downfall, let us build and not dwell on the bitterness of the past. Let us live as those before us, for something greater than ourselves but which elevates us to the realmContinue reading “Speak plainly”
Night Dawns
The pink of the sunset, which is a pink beyond all rational comprehension of the concept of pinkness, is most exulted when clouds obscure the light. A sunset with no clouds is a sterile male with no prospect of a lover. The clouds are impregnated with eternal links of light. And the pink lives withinContinue reading “Night Dawns”
Interregnum
If I started a passage, if I began the written word, with no goal in mind beyond the will to write, would something come from it? I write while I live, and even if all narratives are melting into a single entity designed to reign over us, I still will write as a human, asContinue reading “Interregnum”
Entangled Shadows
And in the corner of their vision, there were shadows that lingered a bit too long, shadows which reluctantly receded when direct gaze was fixed upon them, always allowing for rational modernity to keep close the binding fear of cataclysmic evil. But post-modern inclinations always allowed for the distant possibility that these shadows were real,Continue reading “Entangled Shadows”
Anew Principium 