Category Archives: Poetry/Fiction

Crown of thorns resting on bible

The Psalm of Grace

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? And why are you so far away from my distress? Enemies surround me and call me wicked; They loudly say to one another, “There goes an evil man.” They proclaim to all who pass by: He

Person reading the Bible

Just a Piece of Glass

I am a piece of glass and if you’ll listen, I’ll tell you my story. I used to be a part of a pop bottle until a boy, who had just been in an argument, threw me at another boy’s car. I hit the car

Person sitting alone in rustic church

The Silence of God

What began as an article turned prose in midair, for words seemed to flow so fast and the message remains as it would have to start, from memory to testimony they last; The Lord I did serve every turn and chance, as a born-again Christian

Person sitting alone in rustic church

He’s Still There: A Short Story

Narendra couldn’t help overhearing the loud voices coming from inside as he sat on the stoop outside the apartments. A taxicab stopped across the street and the driver honked the horn for his fare. The cool, evening air had refreshed and relaxed him, but it

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

The First Rhubarb

Note: This little Fable was created as a Christmas gift, by request, for friends in an Internet debate forum. The idea for the “First Rhubarb” arose from an interminably long and punny debate about the unpalatableness of a certain vegetable — a vegetable whose color

Abandoned adult

Second Coming: A Poem

I originally wrote this little poem last year, and though it mentions LGBT issues very briefly, it’s designed for everyone to enjoy and think and reflect on. I got to thinking about the fact the other day that we have so much diversity in and

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

Puppet Stranger

It’s not me you see grinning from ear to ear. It’s the puppet stranger,that helps me face fear. The puppet stranger is a jovial fellow His face is cold and his skin is sallow. I can make him wink, or dance to a tune. He’s

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

2 Poems

Ocean of Tears Oh God how you must weep over us The ocean is so wide, so full of your tears How you must weep over our sins The hate, the greed, the lusts, the material things we put before you The ocean is so

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal


When I was growing up, there was no option: One man with one woman, in marriage, for life. Anything else was condemned. The thought of a man with a man was unspeakable. I was never allowed to consider that I might desire a man. But