On the day Jesus returned to earth, I was at my desk laboring to finish a novel that I hoped would get me hooked up with a new agent, who could help me find me a publisher, and jumpstart my writing career which was all but dead after the lackluster showing of my debut...
Dantelle in Spring, 2015 By Jeffrey Allen Mays Dantelle walks, almost hovers, beside a whitecapped river that chuckles and flashes in the morning light. She blesses the cantos of the doves and whippoorwills, the regular bursts of knocking from a distant woodpecker,...
The Mystic spoke many things to them in parables, saying, “A Sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seed fell upon soil depleted due to overharvesting, and the seed never germinated because it could get no nutrients. Some seed fell where the soil was sown with...
Ringo’s luck at dodging bullets had not changed. In the fusillade of munitions that bombarded the house in those pre-dawn moments, he took a bullet through the fleshy part of his left inner thigh. The blood poured so fast from the wound that he would have been dead in...
“Before I start, let me get one thing out of the way. Bo, did it not occur to you that the gun that you held to my head was the gun that my father gave you?” What a way to start. She was upset with the rough treatment and accusations. Now she had our attention and she...
Hello friends! You may be wondering what happened to this week’s installment of The Saragossa Bottling Company. Not to brag, but I was experiencing relief from the Austin heat, and an outstandingly fun time with my son and his new wife in the beautiful,...
