Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Why that Wept

I recently listened to an audio book and was impressed by the increased amount of expression the author was able to provide through the medium of speaking instead of writing. I thought it would be fun to try something new. If you would like to hear this piece read as audio, please click here. (You may have to follow the steps to use Music Player for Google Drive, or just download the file). A Parable. The...

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Hoops

Ball bouncing. Old shoes, scuffing across old cement. Clang. Noisy metal rim vibrating. Rebound chasing. Worn leather, sliding, not gripping, through my hands. Wishing it was gripping. Swoosh, weathered net embracing ball softly. Swoosh again. Gaining rhythm. Clang. Rhythm gone. Alone. Distantly, bat meeting softball. Dong. Little girl. Five. Head-to-toe gear. Dong. Over-eager father: pitching, fielding,...