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They said it wasn’t a real bad stroke, but it must have been bad enough because Mrs. Mabry didn’t come down to the grocery store after that. But that didn’t mean I never saw her again. Now that I knew where she lived, me and Momma went to go check on her, just like we…
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What hurts me is the same as what hurts you The feeling I’ve been used The shifting glance disguising truth. The words you say behind my back When pot calls kettle black. The names you use against me When you purposely offend me. Pretending all is well While we both stew in hell. What hurts…
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I see you standing outside in the yard Where I sent you after I was tired Of your stories about me. And the people who love me. Sometimes I wonder what you are doing Standing there, waiting for me As if I wanted to sink back into your bleak embrace. No, I say to myself…
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“And when he had stepped out of the boat, immediately a man with an unclean spirit met him. He lived among the tombs, and no one could restrain him any more, even with a chain, for he had often been restrained with shackles and chains, but the chains he wrenched apart, and the shackles he…
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There are things we don’t say as part of our social contract “It hurts me when you don’t return my messages” “I don’t like how that made me feel” “I feel like you don’t respect me very much” Because not saying these things keeps the peace And allows everything to go on without having to…
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I phoned Kathy Jo before I went to bed that night. We’d gotten that phone put in only about three years ago. Daddy always asked what we wanted it for, we could just talk to each other if we wanted to talk. But Momma had convinced him we needed it in case of emergencies, and…
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Getting a Masters in Religion, especially since I focused on Biblical Studies, has filled my head with a number of things that I would love to hear and say from the pulpit. Hard topics are not typically the ones that get preached, but it is the hard topics that captivate my imagination the most. What…
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I am homesick for Grammy’s kitchen And the round table that fit all seven of us With the midtone wooden cabinets and the orange carpet (Yes, orange carpet, an oddity surely) The north facing windows that looked out over the patio Where the green and white rockers waited. I’m homesick for her big yellow bowl…
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I would like to apologize On behalf of my predecessors To the many creatures we carelessly exterminated Or hunted to extinction. I can’t imagine myself Feeling good about shooting The last of a species so It’s embarrassing to know there were some who Chased down the dodo, the moa, and the Japanese wolf The great…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 