The flames licked at the car windows in a Hollywood car crash scene. We were trapped inside; and I was in the driver’s seat. Because it is my life. And I am the one who chooses when to turn the wheel, when to obey the laws, when to speed, when to outrun the cops, and when to give in and admit consequences for sin always knock on the door, the ( Read more... )

I woke up in my friend's old mill flat. I am in his bed, but I know he slept in the back room. There is a note on the pillow saying he called me in sick at work, to stay in bed, and he has gone to work. Coffee is on. There is seltzer water in the fridge and home made bread to slice if I need to nurse a hang over. I stumble out of bed, lingere ( Read more... )

There was the sunshine and the moonlight both in the memories of little girls who stayed in a house on the river once- I said. We remembered laughter and good times and love and friendship and sisterhood in the pieces and ways no one else can but girls who spend hours on end together deciding about the best things to wear, the right way to do their ( Read more... )

The easy confidence glided off her shoulders. She breezed into the local coffeeshop around seven am. She was a long time local, even a once daily customer at the shop, but the regulars who now frequented the mornings did not recognize her. Except one or two who had been around forever- the silent philosopher, and Craig. Craig, in his own right, was ( Read more... )

Brandon Heath sings a lovely little reminder that we all have the choice to live for God or die without Him. That doesnt mean we get to live with Him in back of our minds and live for ourselves and skate into heaven on a barely-getting-by-theology. That means we have to stand before God and tell HIm ever last fucking thing we did, said, thought, ( Read more... )

This is the negative retribution my soul ( Read more... )

If Boston's harbor airport masqueraded in a soft shawl of hazy fog and a single light penetrated from the runway, it would be you and I holding the flame that gets through the dark ( Read more... )

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"we can take these chances and run with what weve got. this is what ive been waiting for."gabenorris

On mornings like this lovely rising sunshine of a day I wish I were less reticent, less calcitrant in my advocacy for what you know we both want but can not have. I wish I were the sort who would knock on your door, with a malapert smile, hand you a cup of coffee and tell you to get out of bed. I would put you in the car- yours because in it you ( Read more... )