Can you imagine discovering that you are a child of royalty? Can you imagine your words being so powerful, that simply by placing them in your own mind, your life and the world changes for the bett...
Another old piece. Mostly an experiment with Stream of Consciousness type fiction. Not as random as the other streams, but not entirely structured and by no means planned or thought out entirely :)
S'been-a hard harvest failure for a family of farmers on the
West side of the Free Land an' it won't be much
longer till the sun rises on the shut-eyed hayseeds
dreaming of waking.
This is written as a counter-poem of Double Espresso Girl. A couple of people commented and wanted see what I could write about a man from that view, instead of a woman. So, without further delay...
Often times when the pen meets the paper it's usually in a dark isolated room with barely lite deem lights. No words, no sounds, just pure quiteness so I can hear the words that trickle down in the...
With his stripes we are healed.— Isaiah 53:5
WHAT a chapter! A Bible in miniature. The Gospel in its essence.
When our subject brings us near to the passion of our Lord, our feelings
should be d...
In 2010 a man named Brutus Williams published a book entitled: Fuck the Little Things. The following story is a first-hand account of the earth-changing events that transpired shortly there-after...
This is a piece of flash fiction I wrote in early 2006 after returning from a huge anti-war protest in Washington D.C. There were around 400,000 people there--despite the mass media's claim that it...
“With His stripes we are healed.”
Isaiah 53:5.
Brothers and Sisters, whenever we come to talk about the passion of our Lord—and that subject is clearly brought
before us, here, by the two words,...
We know Christ was crucified and died on the cross, but what did he feel as he redeemed us. This document is a feeble attempt to bring what Christ felt throughout his passion and death.