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In 2022, my friend Issa Brown peer pressured me into publishing a book of poetry with the phrase, “If you ever write a poetry book, I’ll illustrate it for you.” Okay, girl. Twist my arm, why don’t you? The results of our efforts was the short collection of poetry titled “The Circle,” a book which…
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Oh, to be a mediocre man Who praises himself for nothing that’s particularly special Like, inheriting his skin and his name, Or riding the coat tails of his father’s successful Disregard of those who didn’t match himself. Oh, to feel the superiority he feels Though he probably hasn’t worked as hard as Any woman in…
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I knew the moment that King Eadwig died. I woke in the night with a sigh escaping me, as my heart felt faint. I felt him close his eyes just as mine opened. There was no one wail for him. Not yet. “Osburga,” I whispered. She stirred next to me. “Osburga, he’s dead.” She didn’t…
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I lived with Osburga until the season started to turn, and the cold set in, the mornings frosty and the evenings holding a chill that crept into my bones. I had seen my father once, his eyes understanding, even if he was sad. He knew he couldn’t protect me. Only another woman like me had…
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This post was originally published on August 12th, 2023. I often think of Judas on Good Friday, since he is a key figure in the Passion narrative. And really, without a betrayal, would the story of Jesus’ arrest and execution be as painful? Betrayal is one of the worst kinds of interpersonal wrongs; it is…
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During Lent, I’ll be writing six hymns that capture the spirit of reflection for the season. I will publish them on Sunday mornings. All the hymns will be set to well known tunes, so they will be easily shareable and singable upon reading. Hymn 6 is titled Sing, Sing My Heart and can be sung…
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Osburga wasted no time with me. As soon as the offer to teach me bewitching left her lips, a powerful wind blew through my spirit. I gasped at its bite, the chill of it snaking along my limbs. But I held Osburga’s eyes until it passed. She seemed pleased with my tolerance and my stoicism.…
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During Lent, I’ll be writing six hymns that capture the spirit of reflection for the season. I will publish them on Sunday mornings. All the hymns will be set to well known tunes, so they will be easily shareable and singable upon reading. Hymn 5 is titled To You Who Rest in God’s Abode and…
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I peered through the bracken, staring at the smoke coming from the little cottage just deep enough into the woods that you couldn’t see it from the clearing. The mossy, rich smell of earth and wet leaves filled my nostrils as I crouched behind the fallen tree, mustering the courage to creep forward. I knew…
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During Lent, I’ll be writing six hymns that capture the spirit of reflection for the season. I will publish them on Sunday mornings. All the hymns will be set to well known tunes, so they will be easily shareable and singable upon reading. Hymn 4 is titled Praise God Who Comforts All My Pains and…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 