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I previously posted a version of this story that was not complete. One of my fellow writers and blog readers invited me to a “woodshedding” writer’s group at the end of 2025, where I worked with other writers to improve and complete the story. It was a fun exercise in collaboration. All the stories from…
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I previously posted a version of this story that was not complete. One of my fellow writers and blog readers invited me to a “woodshedding” writer’s group at the end of 2025, where I worked with other writers to improve and complete the story. It was a fun exercise in collaboration. All the stories from…
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It is not lost on me That I was sent away during holy times First, when we anticipated hope and light Born into the darkness Cast out among celebrations Of joy and peace and love. Is it not lost on me That I returned to find nothing but callousness A strangeness in the air that…
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When the shepherd is a wolf The sheep will never be at ease. It won’t matter how he tries to hide To comfort, to appease. The sheep might stop their stamping Cease their fretting and their cries They might become accustomed To his teeth and yellow eyes But the sheep will never trust him Never…
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If you want to cry at church You better do it in a dark corner Since seeing your tears upsets the people Who are there to feel good about themselves. If you want to cry at church You better do it in the back row So you’ll be far away from the pastor And won’t…
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When they pierce you, the needle goes in straight That’s why it hurts when you twist a corkscrew through the hole Even after you’ve healed. Amazing how far your scars can stretch When tested by a thicker bar How your body will adapt and form A brand new shape for your updated adornment. Harder though…
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I don’t take my kids to churchIt’s not a place I want to beFor ministers protect themselvesAnd not once protected me. I don’t take my kids to churchIt’s filled with gossip and with liesAnd loose-lipped friends who mean wellBut end up being spies. I don’t take my kids to churchI’d rather teach them to be…
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I have tried to avoid it The burning bridge at which I stand Which you continued to ignite Without a thought or plan What you would do when the fire Started spreading through the reeds How the flames might consume you As your callous, careless deeds Have consumed my thoughts for ages At your words,…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 