Short Stories
Round Peg, Round Hole (A Conversation at the Altar Stone)
So, I’ve walked. I’ve walked a hundred million miles, sometimes wearing shoes that will never fit and sometimes wearing no shoes at all. Life, for me, is a varying degree of shelter and openness, of solitude and a deep desire for my soul’s companion.
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The Mask (A Nightmare)
From the end, there was such a beginning. I was sitting on the bottom of a clear pool just enjoying the serenity and weightlessness. The way the waves painted sunlight where I sat added to […]
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Love Dialog (Working Title)
In the moment of torment, I write. But I also write in the moment of bliss.
Which moment is this? Sometimes they are the same.
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Life is Love
In life we find love and in love we find life. I found life in loving you, and found loving you in life.
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When Poets Love
Through the toils of their own humanity they write poems with their tears, and often surrender their hearts to the fires that burn within them.
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A Story of their Own
…for they realize that despite all of the stories they’ve once written that this is a story of their own.
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