Ashes to ashes

A short story by Ken Gray From a distance, the amber box on the shelf before me tells no story whatsoever. A beautifully crafted box of coloured strips is no mere bookend. Someone had taken a lot of time to assemble something beautiful for . . .  God? Possibly hollow, I have no idea what... Continue Reading →

Early Sunday morning

Another in a series of original short stories. Enjoy “Between the vestibule and the altar,    let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep.” (Book of Job) I wasn’t weeping, but I felt a little funny. There I was, dressed in Alb and Stole, standard clerical dress for ministers of many Christian denominations, on a... Continue Reading →

Writing on writers

So why do writers write? The same question could be asked of any artist working in any medium. Why sculpt, why photograph, why design gardens or buildings? Farmers, preachers, teachers and tradespeople alike must consider their life’s work prior to undergraduate study or apprenticeship. At one time or another all of us must work to... Continue Reading →

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