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 →
And now, for something completely different
Just for fun, and for a break from the savage political and ecological non-fiction swirling around me right now, I have turned my hand to fiction, and to short stories in particular. Here is my first story. See what you think. Truth disguised Truth be told, sometimes distractions are the main thing. Recently graduated from... Continue Reading →
What time is it anyway? One son’s story
Condolences to the Rev. Martin Elfert whose mother recently died. He has written beautifully of her later years and of his experience in losing a parent. I hope readers enjoy the delightful story he shared today on Facebook. Some of you will have met Martin while he worked at the Sorrento Centre for many years.... 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 →