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Devil in my Car

I never know when he’ll show up, and he likes it that way. He likes to catch me off guard. He stalks me, I think, watches for any weakness, any pain, any circumstance that might confuse me enough to mistake his darkness for light. And that’s when he barges in, with his cynical smirk and greedy eyes. He’s a thief, you know, and a trickster. He disguises himself as an angel of light, but wields the power of darkness. Satan, the Bible calls him. The serpent. The enemy. The devil.… Read more Devil in my Car

Airsick

My dreams at night are vivid. Crazy vivid. I dream in full-color cinematography, complete with action-packed plotlines, in-depth characterization, and celebrity guest appearances. Usually the dreams are entertainment, merely—the Netflix… Read more Airsick

What I’m Learning from Jack Bauer

[The following blog post took shape between 10 pm and 11 pm.] Maybe you’ve heard. Jack Bauer, the hero of the long-running television show 24, is currently back on TV to Live Another Day. Confession: I’m one of five adults my age in America who didn’t watch the show when it originally aired. (To be fair, kid #1 was four years old when 24 premiered, and I was pregnant with kid #2. It wasn’t a good time for me to take on an addictive new show; otherwise, I’m sure I’d… Read more What I’m Learning from Jack Bauer

John 8 (a poem in three parts)

by Kirsten Wilson ©2011 i Jesus sometimes i take my finger write my law on stone tablets for moses to carry down mount sinai to the people sometimes my finger writes judgment on palace walls of evil kings fiery letters of coming doom but dust is my favorite canvas not stone not walls sometimes i scoop up dust and shape it with my fingers breathe life into it make man make woman like all of you standing round me now watching me stoop down and draw my finger through the… Read more John 8 (a poem in three parts)