The Fairy Tale Of The Hair
Once upon a time there was a young princess that as soon as she was born had the most beautiful long hair in the kingdom. It was prettier than that Rapunzel chick and even lovelier than that naked...
View ArticleOS Weekend Fiction: The Seeker
Jason Little said, “We all a seeker of the spirit when we leaves our mama's womb. And we find it again at her breast.” His mama died when he was five. So he said, “I started lookin' to where my mama...
View ArticleWhat Psychosis Is Like: A Story From Experience
In light of the recent events of yet another mass killing, I just wanted to add my two cents from the other side--the mind of the killer. If this man was psychotic it might be helpful to know...
View ArticleBy The Way, God Says, "Hi"-- REPOST
This is a respost of a previous essay to illustrate sometimes the end of the world is not what it's all cracked up to be--The first time I found out the world was going to end , I was ten. That was...
View ArticleMr. President, On This Special Day Again
He is older, but the sentiments are the same. He was born of an American mother and African father and has grown to do so many wonderful things so far. Each day is a struggle, but he comes out shining...
View ArticleI See Him Every Sunday
I see him every Sunday. I see him almost every time I come. Sometimes I say hello, but often I just hurry by, on my way to speak to someone else, chase down one of my kids or get in line to eat. I feel...
View ArticleMean Black Girls
"In this army," my drill sergeant father told his troops, "there is no white, black, brown, or yellow--there is only green. At home, there was no black, brown, yellow or green allowed period. The...
View ArticleImaginary Conversations With Stephen King In The Afterlife
Okay, there's little chance that any of us will have a "My Dinner With Andre" conversation with Mr. King and since he has already explored the "kidnap the famous writer" scenario in Misery, that's...
View ArticleSaving Heathen Babies From Hell--part 1
When I was a sixteen growing up in the 70's, I worried a lot. I worried about getting kidnapped. I worried about getting a brain tumor. I worried about being so bad that my parents would send me to a...
View ArticleSaving Heathen Babies From Hell--Part 2
“School of life?” I asked.“Yeah, you know, the whole reason why we are here? What if life were like a school that God made and we’re supposed to learn stuff.” Mr. Collins asked. I just looked at him...
View ArticleOur Lost Day
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire--TS Eliot For many of us here in Oklahoma, April is indeed the cruelest month. For though the redbuds...
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