She prays: “the rainbow— It's the full promise of god!” He sniffs the wet earth. In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt word: petrichor. And the Word of the Day Challenge kin .
The link below resurrects the writelee.com post most appreciated by the readers. Even In Darkness
We began to weave before Eden. One spindled all the colors, of water, clay, and sunrise; one firmed the warp; another lanced the weft. We danced. And God (that dark anger) stepped into our sweet waltz with His Sinai stone word; yet how could we not dance our weave, and so wove such darkness—even mankind … Continue reading Religion Explained, or the Fates’ Apology
Wonder is not a true word. There are words the Gods made, and there are words man made up. Gods made words like ‘grass’ and ‘winter’ and ‘cold,’ words like ‘climb’ and ‘mountain’ and ‘snow’ and ‘star,’ even words like “love.” But, then on the sixth day, They also made man, and man had to … Continue reading Wonder is not a True Word!
I have, on a moonless night, turned from the dark fail of mankind’s madness, to look on the dappled ageless sky-- before man made God and time-- and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time— just the spark that gains my lively living eye. Here is a greater thing than faith: from dust of stars … Continue reading Even in Darkness
It is unlikely you know or know of Lon Darby. He is one of the unfortunate lost of our time—though if it were up to Millie Fray he'd be enshrined in mosques and temples and steepled churches right now. I had certainly never heard of him, nor of Millie Fray, before one night two weeks … Continue reading Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
You know what really hacks me? I mean really? In case you are serious about knowing what hacks me, here it IS: What really puts the oil on the fire of my synapses are those wastes of dirt and water who say girls are meant for being encrusted in dresses and frills and sugar and … Continue reading writelee-dot-com Threatens to Go Continental as in Atomic. And it Won’t be Pretty.
As far as most people were concerned Constance Sliver had a perfect name. She was nothing if not reliable and dependable, and generously so. She was also a slight little slip of a woman with a wide, tooth-bright smile that stretched ear to ear across the hollows of her cheeks. Her eyes looked like two … Continue reading Connie Sliver puts Ian to Sleep