White Circles on Dark Stone_Thank You For The Music_Truth Always Prevails_on the sidelines, sometime
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White Circles on Dark Stone
I suck in a deep breath as I dig my talons into the dark stone of my choir. The gills at my neck wiggle, trying to gain as much oxygen from the waves as I can before I am forced to use my mouth and nose for breathing. I’ve never done it before, and a part of me worries that I won’t know how. Pearl-digger clicks beside me. Hurry up. I whistle and clack my teeth. Give me a second; I just need to prepare. Ranger, my director, hisses. Circle-carver, if you cannot get onto your rock, I will choose someone else to sing your solo today.No! I tense and begin to climb the pitch rock, stabbing the croo...
Thank You For The Music
"That's so tacky!" “Hmm?” I was jolted from my daily trance.“Your songs!” she mumbled, looking out the window. “They’re so tacky.”“Oh,” I reached for twww.onedoor.cche CD player while keeping my eyes on the road, “I’ll stop...”“NO!” she interrupted sharply.Startled, I pulled back my hand, “OK!”“I mean... it’s fine!” she crossed her arms over her seatbelt.“OK.”That was the first conversation I’d ever had with Joy despite having driven her to and from school for the past ten days.Seventeen years ago, when George had introduced me to her, she nodded and went upstairs.It was very awkward and I wanted so badly t...
Truth Always Prevails
Human beings have a natural love for light. It is no wonder, for light and all it represents was the very first thing that God introduced into his creation.The first two verses of the Bible proclaim,In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.” (Gen. 1:1-2)Creation was a structureless, lifeless, lightless, and watery chaos. And the Spirit of God hovered like a mother bird over the chaos. He loved the chaos, cared for the chaos, and was abo...
on the sidelines, sometimes
(contains sensitive language and sex)I think we went, that day, to the Thai restaurant towards the end of campus. Across the road from the university union, and close to the class we shared, it seemed a good choice for lunch. I remember feeling worried that you wouldn’t want to come with me. Once the class had ended, and the shuffle of notebooks and murmur of chatter began, I thought your kindness to me would end. I thought you’d only spoken to me because we sat together. On those hard, red, plastic chairs. In the middle of the small class. Surrounded by students with disheveled hair, large lo...