Creatively Advancing into Novelty
Watching Waiting Winking A soft flutter In a mellow mood Between the here and now Of a shallow moon Breathing Beating Being Heart below The blanket wrapped Wandering wayward flow Accounts of all the time elapsed Shifting Sensing Seeing Apprehensive moments Glimmering light arise Tenderness awakes Hopeful glowing skies
The following is a short fantasy story I wrote and posted online in 2013 as an episode of a discontinued podcast of mine called Unfolded. I remember that I was reading a lot about disgust psychology and radical theology when I wrote this story so I wanted to re-post it here for those who may…
This was a short story I wrote a few years ago for the Unfolded Podcast that was never recorded. I thought I would publish it here. Male 5’10” 155 lbs. Age: 35 Education: B.S., History, Mercy College; M.S. Ancient History & Language, Indiana University; PhD. Ancient Near East & Egyption Studies, New York University Current…
“Who’s ruining our day Sam?” Susie asked in disbelief. Her lips were stretched tight like a rubber band about to snap, her eyes filled with an inferno that displayed concretely her nearly uncontrollable anger. Samuel and Susie stood in the pouring rain. An umbrella, hoisted above their heads, was managing to keep the cold early…
“Art makes sense of the world through a material process – some thing is the end result of the artistic act. Whether a story, a painting, a song, a rock sculpted to create a new form – there are not neat, easily delineated distinctions argued within discreet sections and paragraphs – a process of dissection…
The Mute Monk is a captivating parable written by Jake Bouma that will have you contemplating themes of grace, forgiveness, memory, and fate long after you’ve finished listening. Jake is an ecclesial junkie, aspiring polymath, and cancer survivor who currently serves as Director of Youth & Family Ministry at Faith Lutheran Church in Des Moines,…
By Jesse Turri I grew up in a little town in North Dakota called Devil’s Lake. Devil’s Lake got it’s name because the Sioux people called the lake nearby mni wak’áŋ chante, or “bad spirit lake.” The word “bad” in the name referred to the high salt content of the lake, making it unfit to…
“Let us suppose that everyone in the world wakes up today and tries to Write a poem. It is impossible to know what will happen next but certainly we may be assured that the world will not be made Worse. I believe in the divinity of profligacy. The creation of art, okay, just the attempt…
This poem was written by Sarah Wells for Unfolded. Please visit Sarah’s blog and follower her on twitter. … “Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.” – Genesis 3:16b After a day alone with my children gardening, hiking, cleaning, coloring, singing, driving, or whatever we find time to do,…
John ended his cell phone call when he saw Edward approaching. “So you were going to tell me a story, something about what happened last week,” the gruff voice rang in Edward’s ears as he sat his cup of coffee down and slid into the secluded booth across from John. The out-of-the-way diner was busy…