Quelling a tortured mind — She’s dropped into a dream To find repose in this scene Nature is her love It’s so plain to see The rocks lay smoothed By weather and time They form a solid base Locked on to this realm These clouds seem to point To a darkening of the mind Thoughts that are…

Hidden meanings in the book of John — I’m a huge fan of Goodness. I’ve noticed that the older I get, the bigger the fan I become. Sometimes goodness can produce a lump in my throat; even move me to tears at times. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised by my reaction to the final verse in…

Short fiction — Tom and James would walk to school every morning, their lunch pails occasionally tapping into each other with a tinny sound. Their route took them by the ferry road and sometimes they would hear the whistle of a steamboat underway on the river. The year was 1921. James would always…

Has it already begun — I wonder sometimes if the highways of time have already opened for travel. Trust me, I know how ridiculous that statement sounds. But, I also know how it could make all the sense in the world. This image that I came across reminds me of 1967. Some aspects of the…

Short fiction — Ray and Simone sat at the kitchen table, coffee brewing with its burbling sounds nearby on the counter, they enjoyed the toast and egg breakfast that Ray had prepared for them. They didn’t, however, enjoy each other's company at this moment. They’d had one of their tiny spats earlier this…