The God of Imagination and Oliver Twist

  A dozen years ago, I was traveling through a familiar town in the south when I saw a boy not yet ten trying to dart across a busy four-lane. It was mid-morning on a school day. I had no idea why he wasn’t in school but I was worried he was going to get [Read More…]

When I lay dying, read me Flannery

When I am dying do not read to me books of heaven and the people who have visited there. I don’t want to hear their same-song tales of being blinded by the light or lulled into a peace beyond any which they have ever known before. Read to me instead the stories from Flannery. Tell me of [Read More…]

Crippled by Despair

A new dawn is breaking outside the window of this stone house where I sit in an overstuffed chair, listening to birdsong. I have missed too many dawns in my lifetime. Work and children and a body tuckered by bouts of insomnia, or nightmares have kept me from the dawns. Or maybe it was just [Read More…]