by jeffrey | Jan 25, 2026 | Fiction
The Mystic told this story: Two people went up to the holy grounds to pray, a Christian nationalist and a lesbian. The first stood by himself with his hands held up to the sky and said, “Lord, I thank you that you have made me upright and holy, not like this lesbian....
by jeffrey | Apr 21, 2025 | Fiction, Real Life
Writing a modernized account of the biblical gospel comes with a new challenge I’ve never encountered in fiction writing. I continue to add material to my forthcoming book Blue Gospel, and I’ve recently added an account of the central figure’s birth...
by jeffrey | Dec 6, 2024 | Fiction, Uncategorized
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...
by jeffrey | Oct 31, 2024 | Fiction
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,...
by jeffrey | Oct 20, 2024 | Fiction
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...
by jeffrey | Aug 19, 2023 | Fiction
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...
