A Real New Earth
He who has met the Reaper cannot fear it. He who has made friends with the sadness cannot drown in it.
Short Stories
Missing Her
It’s the kind of smile…that crests on a once-starving man’s lips once he’s feasted on something far superior to bread alone.
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Getting “On Rope”
Is what I feel in my gut or in my head? How can a mere man tell the difference?
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Nature, Because I Love You
I am reminded of something that happened long before I was born, in a place that exists in my soul, a story told by a voice I’ve not met but perhaps know better than anyone.
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Yes, I Can
It was not a graceful fall. Nor was it painless. But, as most of my falls have been, it was a fall in the right direction.
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Sitting in my own sh*t
I’ve found the truth as I’ve gazed from the haze and saw the option of light and wonders of flight.
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The Hour of Separation
There, this man finds himself knowing a depth eternal in its scope, not waning in the process of knowing itself in sadness.
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The Big Move
There has always been a benefit for me in both recognizing and learning from the those big moves. The largest benefit, however, has come from making them.
