Category: Prose
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My house is haunted
My house belongs to “them.” They are everywhere. I put something away, it jumps back out. I walk down the hallway, something walks behind me. The television turns itself on, the lights flicker, a dish falls to the floor. Sometimes, a piano plays. In the thick veil of early morning, I hear them and feel them.…
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Freeze the Girl
A recent New York Times article freshened up my thinking on gender discrimination. It seems that women have a brand new enemy to worry about at work. As if we didn’t have enough on our plates, now the HVAC system is after us. In this case, results of a study published in the journal Nature…
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Healing Fire
I know a beautiful story, and I can’t keep it a secret. It involves a monthly prayer-centered event in my town. It is one of the many Taizé based services that have popped up in every corner of the world now. In Georgetown, Texas, we call it the Ecumenical Service of Wholeness. And, the title says what…
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Interviewed by Scott E. Tarbet
Today on scotttarbet.timp.net, I am interviewed by steampunk author, and longtime friend, Scott E. Tarbet. Scott and I appear in two Xchyler anthologies together: Shades and Shadows and The Toll of Another Bell. I am also privileged to have one of my poems on the first page of his novel, A Midsummer Night’s Steampunk. Here are my answers…
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God the Snapping Turtle
Don’t argue with a toddler. Don’t even try. It’s his usual routine. The boy, barely 3 years old, wants to delay sleep as long as possible. The familiar litany of “go potty, need a drink, want my blankie, give me a kiss, sing me a song,” comes to a merciful end. Only one card left in his deck, and is going to…
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Remembering Harold Greene
When I heard the news yesterday, on August 5th, 2014, I tried to talk myself out of it. “No, couldn’t be Harry. I mean, a million people in the world could be named Harold Greene, anyway.” I didn’t turn on the news or pick up a paper until today. Then, I saw a copy of…
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Verse 2
If a picture is worth a thousand words, is a story worth a thousand pictures? I have been writing poetry since elementary school. I don’t know why, it was just one of those things that fit into my mind very well. I turned out poems by the pound in the 4th grade. Most of them…