Years ago I heard a sermon wherein the Preach describe every human being as a ‘cracked pot.’ Being a ‘trained’ theologian, I immediately thought of a broken Greek amphora jar, the tallish, oblong shaped vessel often used to carry water and wine in the ancient world. That’s how I view myself – a broken amphora…

If I cut myself now, would you feel the pain? No! I’d do it though — if it got your attention. There are no pills for heartache, no bandages to heal an invisible gaping wound. The only option left then is ‘time’, and that doesn’t heal very fast and sometimes, it doesn’t heal at all. It’s…

They came peacefully, seeking the meaning of life. “Please, bring us the smartest person on your planet.” After much discussion between all the world leaders, they decided that the smartest was an American woman of great renown. She was then sent to speak with the space-travelers. After a great ceremony celebrating the friendship between the…

Though she came off as care-free, Tanya obsessed over her cellphone and her desire to take selfies. She had a need to show the entire online world how good a time she was having. No matter where she was or what she was doing, Tanya snapped a photograph of herself, smiling, happy. Often she asked…

No-one sees an old man, especially one whose reached the age of invisibility. At first it hurt, knowing that people – especially women – no longer acknowledged my existence. It’s ironic that the superpower I most coveted as a teenager was invisibility. Back then, it was because I wanted to take a sneak-peek in the…

Dylan knew he had to get help controlling his addiction as he sat in his car watching the scene unfold. The need for sex had him in it’s grip and he struggled nightly to break loose of it’s grip. The following day, Dylan dialed the number of a doctor a friend had recommended. “Would you like…

List 10 people [alive or dead] you would invite to dinner?  The Apostles (I know – there’s more than ten.) What are your goals to be achieved in the month of July 2018?  To get through each day, one at a time, and sometimes from minute to minute. What is your earliest memory?  Falling off…

Fellow blogonaut ‘Raynotbradbury,’ offered a challenge to write about fear. I selected athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten. Dry bones that dream, Rot in winter’s moon, The summer’s baking sun, Forgotten. Dry bones that dream, Torn apart by wild things, Tooth and claw scatters, Forgotten. Dry bones that dream, Lay wasting in the land, Wait…

The woman on the yoga mat called to me, “Help me. I’m stuck.’ She was on her left side, left hand holding her right foot, left leg drawn to her chest, threaded over her right leg. Despite this, she was very calm. “What’s the matter?” “I can’t get out of it.” “What can I do?”…

It began at 2116 hours, Independence Day evening. The sun was no longer in the sky, though it’s glow was still slightly visible beyond the western hillside. That’s when the first staccato discharge from a firearm echoed across the landscape. It touched off the ensuing explosions of further gunfire, M-80s, Lady Fingers, Whistlers and Bottle…