I Went to the Rock
The crack of thunder, a frenzied dance of branches, safe inside a broken heart. Unsettled, nothing is as it was. Not that the past was a
True Self
As difficult as threading a needle riding bareback on a bucking horse, is the study of the true owner of my observations. Who does the watching of the
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Silicon and Sinew
Five Questions asked and answered by philosophers, religionists and an AI bot named Will Preface A note about the author. I am a widower and will
Friendship
We met as four strangers huddled under the same awning in a hailstorm, at the most vulnerable moment in our lives. We clung to each other
Letters from the Ashram - A Short Story
Before Danny, a widower of three years, needed a change. He and Norma had been together for 45 years—a marriage that felt like a rollercoaster
Vanishing Point
Draw a dot at the top of a page of a clean, bright white sheet of paper. The imaginary line across the width of the page
The Stardust Connection
Norma had always been my muse, my partner in every sense of the word. Her laughter still echoed in my mind, her sharp wit and fierce love lingering in the quiet corners of our home. But now that I was alone, I needed something more than mourning. I needed to find purpose again.