The Damned May Enter – Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Haji Omaran, Iraq – Tehran, Iran             Snow blanketed the bare slopes of the Zagros mountains around the Haji Omaran base. Gently rising cathedrals of white rose into the pale, early winter sky, as a biting wind swirled through the valley. Malachi drew in the frostbitten air on his morning run, each thin, […]

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Lisel Mueller’s Radiant Vision of the World

I first read these words in the basement level of a Chicago bookstore close to twenty years ago and I knew Lisel Mueller was a woman to be trusted: In Passing How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness   and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to […]

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The Damned May Enter – Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Chaparral, California Jacob waited outside Ascension Presbyterian until after the bell in its tower rang, signaling the beginning of worship. Daniel had offered to save him a seat with his family, but Jacob declined, feeling more comfortable sitting alone. As he entered the sanctuary, his eyes were drawn upward to the stained glass […]

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A Confession

I am not a learned man, as I sit in this empty room I admit the diplomas on my wall are certificates of debt – nothing more; perhaps if my learning did not come through an untamed curiosity and fits of wild distraction I could speak higher of my higher education.   My library is […]

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The Damned May Enter – Chapter 15

Chapter 15 French Valley – Chaparral, California “Good morning. Jacob,” said Zeph, with visible breath in the pre-dawn air. “Morning. Zeph,” replied Jacob, as Zeph pulled up to the curb of St. Jude’s in a horse-drawn wagon, “I didn’t realize we were going to be resorting to such primitive forms of transportation.” “Well, it’s cheaper […]

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Somewhere in Between

It’s hard to live somewhere in between the gutter and the stars to sing rhapsodic songs in the tangled wreckage of yesterday’s swirling storms   Harder still to believe silence isn’t a threat but a holy invocation into an unspoken litany an invitation that melts memory of the mire and night’s indigo shine into a […]

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A Lullaby in the Storm

Don’t worry child, the flickers aren’t the horror film projection of your nightmares, or the fiery arrows of an intemperate god. The rumbles aren’t the drumbeat of giants warring in the sky, or boulders crashing down the mountain. The sheets of water that beat the window beside your bed aren’t a wind-blown flood, or a […]

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