Brush

My daughter was strapped to a stretcher, the paramedics lifting her into an ambulance. Through the pulsing sensation of shock and the pounding of my heart, I had a fleeting thought. Who will I cry out to, now that I don’t believe? It was my first potentially life-altering experience as an ex-Christian, and it began […]

Dust

Myth calls me dust. Invasive at best. A coating of Insignificance in the Grand Design. Shaken from the feet of heroes, wiped from The eyes of travelers, A blemish. To be washed. Knowledge calls me Stardust, everything real and imagined residing in my bones, from Radiant galaxies to the Whisper of ancient trees. I am […]