imperfect prose on thursdays: on stephen king, God and writing (plus giclee print giveaway!)

It’s the seventh day of vacation and I’m resting after six days of creating, like God did in the beginning, only I suspect God wasn’t drinking a beer and reading Stephen King’s Bag of Bones.But he may have been sitting by the water like I am. Staring at the way it...

imperfect prose on thursdays: when you fight to illuminate hope

I am tired and too delicate for this world. It all seems to fly at me at once today, an assault of worldly concerns and it feels like just too much and I whisper for Jesus to come and come soon and all the while I feel like a hopeless lunatic just waving my arms as...