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Author: Tim

In the Living Years

In the Living Years “She’s gone! … She’s gone, baby! … She’s gone!” Lisa sobbed uncontrollably lying face down on the floor of our living room.  I quickly closed the front door behind me and threw myself onto the floor beside her. We wept together for what seemed like hours. Just minutes earlier, I had instructed her to call 911 when a family friend who was scheduled to take her mother to the airport stood outside her home calling her phone while knocking loudly and repeatedly ringing the doorbell; all with no response. Lisa, too, had been trying to...

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My Beloved

Oh beloved What word could hold this ocean of love? What thought could carry this star-filled space Of breath and light and spinning darkness Dancing through the ether? Piecing deep And sweet And whole Your embrace And quiet whispers Melt my eyes And sting my nostrils As my heart expands To greet you Oh beloved Come sit with me Let silence open Your song To hold me In your embrace No word No thought Only you My...

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A Dull Vibration Buzzes Overhead

A dull vibration buzzes overhead as some invisible force wraps itself around me, sucking every ounce of energy out of my body. Plopping heavily into the chair poised in front of my computer, I flop my hands lethargically onto the keyboard and stare at the screen. Minutes pass. Nothing. I hammer out a few words and immediately tap the backspace key over and over until the screen flashes blank again. This ritual repeats itself several times before I get bored and decide to check my email. A message from my supervisor reminding me to fill out my productivity report...

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Just As I Am

JUST AS I AM I was probably around ten years old at the time. I was with my grandmother attending a “revival” at her local church. I’m not sure why I was the only one with her that night or how I ended up agreeing to go to this particular service, but there I was sitting on a wooden pew in the middle of an old Southern Baptist church listening to some preacher I’d never seen or heard before in my life. A “revival” was typically a multi-night event stretched out over the middle of the week. Sometimes they...

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Lessons From A Haunted House

When I was around eight years old my parents took me to the local county fair. It was a big deal. It was the first time I was allowed to go on rides all by myself and I was pretty excited. One of the places there was the “Haunted House.”  I’m not sure if that was the actual name of it or not, but that was the theme. It wasn’t really a “ride.” It was a place where you walked through a dark maze filled with all kind of scary things popping out at you which, theoretically at least,...

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