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Faith, Books, and Stuff
Category: writing
“To the King’s favor quite restored again, Reynard sets forth with all that lordly train, Upon his pious journey to be shriven,— Much the same road that Lawyers go to Heaven;—” —from Reynard the Fox
Norville took the long way home. It gave him time to think and to reflect, he told himself. It gave him time to avoid responsibility, he knew. Norville was tired of being responsible. Not that he was tired of being held responsible for things, but simply tired of being reliable. Why couldn’t he have just stayed […]
In each of the drops That hide this tree You can see A tree turned upside down Reaching down Like roots Seeking water drops
The leaf lay on the pavement In its haven of asphalt and iron Underneath its fluorescent suns. Though severed, the leaf still drew life From the cool and efficient lamps Slowly becoming a leaf of iron Cold and resilient But always missing the warmth Of its old radiant sun And the tree to which It […]
The Touch is a Stan Busch song that was included on the Transformers: The Movie soundtrack. As far as 80’s rock songs go, it is 3 minutes of pure distilled 80’s awesomeness that will make you yearn for ye olden dayes of yore when Transformers and G. I. Joe were cool the first time. However, the song might have […]
Sorry for the delay on the new podcast episode. I’m still learning how to do it, and don’t yet do it efficiently (plus I went on vacation for a week). Recording the episode is easy, but editing is more of a challenge, and it simply takes longer than I thought it would. It reminds me […]
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Velma drove Norville back to his car parked at the cemetery. The rain had largely abated and was nothing more than a heavy mist. Norville prepared to retrieve his spare key from beneath the car. “Can you hold this a minute,” Velma asked, practically shoving the pizza box […]
“The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.” from “The Black Boy Looks at the White Boy” in Esquire (May 1961); republished in Nobody Knows My Name: More Notes of a Native Son (1961) Via wikiquote
“sooner or later, we need to be someone, because if we are not inside a character, then we are not inside the story.” via St. Eutychus