Of Logs, Splinters, and God

A man went to find God in an old forest. He walked for days through vast tracts of wood and meadow, until he came upon a rot-smoldering stump. He sat down on the stump as it seemed a convenient chair to wait for god. Well, he thought this could be the stump of the tree … Continue reading Of Logs, Splinters, and God →

Minor Crimes

A watched pot never weeps And what we say on winter days is forgotten in our sleeps or lost in ordinary ways. Old dogs are already taught; and whether good is bark or bite, every moment is full and fraught with our forgotten, irritated smite. ******* On another note: All the King’s men might heal … Continue reading Minor Crimes →