His heart torn, as it both loves and hopelessly despairs, the young man sits forlorn, in a tired room, at a worn wooden desk that bears the scarred marks of prior occupants, now ghosts, cottony cobwebs forgotten in the chamber’s dusty past… Continue reading A Bottle of 18-Year-Old Angst
“Agreed!” chants the small circle of eyes,
the sound floats upon a drone of rushing air,
reverberating off the sides
of the strange chamber,
magnified by my rising adrenaline. Continue reading Primitive Ritual Redux
Distraught, I hung up the unwelcome but expected phone call from the doctor’s office. They would no longer be scheduling the treatment that I rely upon for my sanity and my life. Continue reading My Testimony of God’s Faithfulness During COVID-19
When I first read this book it struck a deep resonance within my empty soul. Here, finally, was someone who eloquently captured what my heart knew full well – life under the sun is a pointless, meaningless, wearisome vanity, fraught with injustice and oppression. Continue reading Meaninglessness Knew My Name
In the small predawn hours, sleep was once my lazy lover, ever coaxing me back into the soft embrace of her forgetfulness. Now she shuns me. Continue reading Inside My Suffering
The silence speaks, given voice by the tick-tick-ticking tempo of an unaware, unassuming mantle clock. Attention now arrested, I contemplate the clock. That there is, in fact, a clock seems a certainty Continue reading Meditations of a Mantle Clock
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