Adam and Eve—a new telling—flesh of our flesh
The earliest stories I remember hearing were in Sunday School, read from the first book of the Old Testament. The language sounded odd, elevated; and what our b...
Category: Violence
Welcoming the defeat of Christianity
Scan the globe. Violence rules, its forms are legion. There may yet be hope, but it is only in universal reconciliation, which, if you’re of a realist ben...
Calling all angels
This morning, like every morning, she chattered: did you see that old slipper under the hedge? maybe the dog from across the street… At the stop sign she ...
A lament for the madness–Days of grass
Days of grass These are the days of hollow eyes walking in hallowed towers with watching turrets, of pink petunias on bullet-hole balconies of long blue kisses ...