Tea for Three
Hell ain’t some supernatural fire pit, a preacher once told me, where dancing nasties with pitchfork tails and razor nails taunt drowning souls in a magma swimming hole. No, he said, hell, for the dead, is the absence of God and his love and his light. And on this Carolina highway I might well and... Continue Reading →
Within the Fold
A Sunny Day beckons through the windows, imposes itself on my conscience, demanding my dutiful presence. It is vast, outstretched, flowing away from me with an earnest potential, a groping command to be fully realized in the breathless glory of the out-of-doors. And I find it wearisome — taxing my will to motivate. It radiates... Continue Reading →
The Edge of Confinement
Suspended in motion. Even the ocean roils, rages in despair But rarely leaves its borders, Just following orders. And I am the ocean Grand notions of lasting legacy, But like the sea, I roar then settle, A tempest in a kettle. The cycle unrelenting, Perspective dementing From the thrashing, the crashing headlong Into sea walls... Continue Reading →
B David Larson 