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farzana-versey's picture
Aug.28.2013
It sounds dramatic to say that the ceiling fell. A large slab did, revealing its pockmarked nakedness.  A few days ago, when I returned home in the evening there was a pile of rubble on the floor — chunks of plaster, powdered cement. Some of it had fallen on the bed, the side-table, my desk, the...
steven-belanger's picture
Jun.22.2013
Photo: Author and book from rainydaybooks.com   For the first time in recent memory, I find myself not giving a hypothetical four or five stars to a book that I read very quickly, in a couple of days.  Which is not to say that I disliked it.  In fact, I did like it, sometimes a...
farzana-versey's picture
Dec.16.2011
That year I had banged my head against imaginary walls. It hurt more than real walls would, for when you imagine things they get magnified. The walls were made of stone, grey and cold and weathered. They knew pain. It was end of December, when there was a nip in the air and I'd walk through the...
jessica-kristie's picture
Nov.09.2011
Do you ever catch yourself caught between breaths and waiting for something to happen? For winds to change in directions that fill empty rooms and blow breezes scented with new beginnings … I do.  I sit with toes curled beneath soft blankets, feeding on the cold that is nipping at my nose....
nicole-wian's picture
Aug.31.2011
I was 'born' into Christianity, and what a blessing to have been raised by godly parents, to have known Christ all my life.  I am so grateful for this.   Yet this means that, in ways, I find myself living in a bubble of misunderstanding for the lost around me.    Even in my...
katherine-mcwilliams's picture
Oct.11.2010
I am visiting my father's house, the house where he was born.  I was resting on the bed the other night just after dark in the slumbering community of a thousand.  It was the first chance I'd had to be alone in several days and I was lying very still enjoying the lack of sound in a small town.......
mary-wilkinson's picture
May.03.2010
My day consisted of shells and dandelions, beach pebbles,twigs and rocks. Rocks of all shapes and sizes. I don't know how I get into those things but they always call me to them and before I realise what I am doing I am out in the garden rooting around, burying myself in whatever I can find, lost...
sandra-f-carrington-smith's picture
Mar.12.2010
“The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” ~Chinese Proverb   While playing Lego blocks with my daughter, yesterday afternoon, my attention was piqued by a home she had built for one of her little miniature dolls. She had erected the walls around the figurine, and in the...
maria-kostaki's picture
Jan.25.2010
I sit at my computer for days. I play a game where a wall of multicolored Christmas balls appears on my screen. I click on the colors in groups of three, they disappear, and the wall slowly begins to fall until there are no matching balls left. I am paralyzed from doing anything else, crippled...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jun.14.2009
I wake up in the middle of the night and panic. I do not know where I am. I feel that I am lying on a ledge in total darkness and that there is evil lurking, ready to pounce. I lie there for a moment trying to see but I cannot discern anything. I begin to believe that the narrow precipice is...