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Category Archives: Poetry/Fiction

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

One Little Drop

I am but one little globe amongst billions of stars, one sun, one moon, one life amongst billions of lives, and yet, just a minuscule spec of dust floating with billions upon the currents of wind which thrash me to a fro, finally leaving me

Black man praying

When I Say I Am a Christian

When I say… “I am a Christian” I’m not shouting “I am saved” I’m whispering “I was lost!” That is why I chose this way.” When I say… “I am a Christian” I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

Between a Rock and a Hard Place: A Story

“God made women especially sensitive to their children,” said the voice on the radio. “They are able to nurture them in a way that men often can’t. When a child has been hurt and needs to be comforted, it usually wants to go to its

Protest against London Fashion Week at Kings Cross, London, United Kingdom

Let Us Now Praise Caustic Christians

Let us now praise caustic Christians, the champions of justice in all generations, through whom God has restored the flow of mercy. Some have nailed theses to the church door with prophetic power. Some have started new universities to challenge the prevailing notions. Some have

Books

Poetry

“J U S T A H O M O S E X U A L” By Robert H. That’s it? The phrase is cute. A life defined by one impute. he sings and dances, writes verse and rhyme, he swims and runs, laughs and plays,

Man praying in church

Counting Ambiguous Blessings

Douglas woke up from his nap in the easy chair but he kept his eyes closed, experiencing the memories of the chair, the smell, the worn armrests, the sunken seat, all of it. How many naps had he taken in this chair? How many books

Mirror Car Automotive Viewer Vehicle

The Refugee and the Refuge

In the darkness, a freight train woke my parents. They had fallen asleep independently, listening to hear if John and I were also asleep, then drifting off with the muffled surf melting into their dreams. My older brother John was five and he and Dad

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

Exiled

There are those of us who have been exiled from the church since the orange juice crusades of the late 1970s Their slogan was “Save Our Children” but it meant from persons like myself. Two young women from small towns were one day caught in

Man praying in church pew

On Learning To Hate Yourself

Lesson one: go to church. Most churches, even if they claim tolerance, hate homosexuality. If you’re lucky, you will find a church that doesn’t talk about sex in general; in such cases, your sexuality will be a particularly anxious absence. Silence is a good teacher.