Expressions of love, thoughts, and being lonely.
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📓Late One Summer My Summer in a Gospel Group We were a small Southern gospel group — more garage band than anything polished. A keyboardist who carried the lead, a guitarist, a drummer, two other singers, and me. […] -
📓God of Life Before I was born, you knew me. You gazed on me with love and rocked me in the arms of hope. Your wisdom saw beyond my present. Your faith in me beheld my beauty. You […] -
📓Two Knives The office hummed with fans, paper, and the occasional ringing phone. Back then, payroll was part of a daily process. You collected time cards, called the processing company, and read the hours line by line. […] -
📓Death and Dying A lot has been written about the exploits of death.About what will happen when we take our final breath. I think about it often at this point in my life.On a daily basis, I encounter […] -
📓A First Day I Won’t Forget First Day On my first day as a newly hired bookkeeper, the company’s owner appeared in the newspaper. He had been arrested. The charge involved alleged fraud connected to government-funded housing projects. That was how […] -
📓Connectivity & Broken Connections My first job in IT felt like stepping into the future. The web was still new then—not vastly public, not casual. Database-driven websites were custom-built, expensive, and rare, and were often explained with diagrams and […] -
📓The Pilot Plant We disassembled and reassembled the equipment over and over, changing configurations, tightening bolts, loosening them again. The components were heavy—large industrial fans and pumps—too heavy to move by hand, so we used machines to lift […] -
📓The Rain The expressway wraps the city in monotony, passing warehouses and exits that no longer bother to announce themselves. That night, the rain drenched everything. The windshield filled and emptied in steady, uneven sweeps. The wipers […] -
📓The Crossing They say I’m sleeping, but this feels more like floating.An unbinding of breath from bone. The sound drifts outward, like the sea withdrawing from the shore. Somewhere, a doctor watches. A machine measures activity. I […] -
📓A Rare Case of Parasomnia: Sexomnia This short work contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers.Note: This is a work of fiction. It began like any ordinary night Dinner plates balanced on our knees. A show neither of us […]