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January 7, 2005 by Owen Ellis
It is in my heart to praise thee, O my God; let me never forget thee, what thou hast been to me.... When the floods sought to sweep me away Thou set a compass for them, how far they should pass over. When my way was through the sea, and when I passed over the mountains there was thou present with me; when the weight of the hills was upon me thou upheld me, else had I sunk under the earth; when I was as altogether helpless, when tribulation and anguish was upon me day and night,...
December 19, 2004 by Owen Ellis
Two of us riding nowhere spending someone’s hard earn pay you and me Sunday driving not arriving on our way back home we’re on our way home we’re on our way home we’re going home! Justin Blake sang into the sleeping Delorian’s ear as they rode side by side, the Greyhound trundling over the long stretch of Kansas. “What?” Delorian shook himself awake groggily. “You and I have memories longer farther than the road ahead,” Justin sang on. “You are truly unhinged,” Deloria...
December 18, 2004 by Owen Ellis
And I to swung one side When the ghostly power began. Then the Book stood up -- And I saw it was a Man. For the great wind blows through Ezekiel and John. They are all one flesh That the Spirit blows upon. It took me ten days to read the Bible through-- Then I saw what I saw, And I knew what I knew. Anna Hempstead Branch “The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass I multiply, renew and bless Iacc...
December 11, 2004 by Owen Ellis
WAVERLY BLAKE WAS ULTIMATELY A MAN OF BUSINESS AND ONE OF ACTION, SO ON HIS SECOND NIGHT IN RHODES, AFTER HE HAD LEFT A MESSAGE WITH HIS BOSS, HE ASKED JACK, “What should we do? “Whaddo you mean?” Jack had taken them to a coffeehouse called the Red Owl. “After I leave,” said Wave. “It’s gonna be a few days but... “ He stopped talking and looked around the coffee shop, a comfortable enough looking place. “I hate to leave you alone. I mean, I know you feel better now, but...” “Wave, I...
December 11, 2004 by Owen Ellis
PART ONE “Beauty is God’s daughter; that I’m sure of...” -- Saint Francis in Saint Francis by Nikos Kazantzakis Glory surrounds us from birth. It encircles us as we draw our first tentative wail, and enfolds us after we empty our lungs for the last time. --Katherine Whitmire Cecil Matthews finished the cup of tea that -- by tradition-- he tried to drink every night by himself at this time when the house was ...
December 4, 2004 by Owen Ellis
WAVERLY BLAKE WAS LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO THE MIRROR WHILE HE KNOTTED HIS TIE. “I thought we would catch up,” Justin told him. “And we will,” Waverly said, moving past his brother, out of the bathroom. “But I have to work.” “At night?” Justin said, incredulously. “Yes, night,” Waverly repeated with a tone of finality. Justin moved ahead of him, and said to Rush and Cassidy, who were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, flipping through magazines, “Can you believe this cad? He work...
December 3, 2004 by Owen Ellis
TO PROPERLY BE CALLED ICE CREAM There is a spirit which I feel that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end... It never rejoiceth but through sufferings; for the world’s joy it is murdered. I found it alone, being forsaken. I have fellowship therein with them who lived in dens and desolate places in the earth, who through death obtained this resurrection and eternal holy life. -- James Naylor ...
November 27, 2004 by Owen Ellis
A wind picked up that night and rocked the boat on the river. Waverly, not used to sleeping on water, sat bolt upright from his pallet and looked around at the neat little floating living room. He climbed out of bed in his boxers and walked around the warm cabin and then headed out to the deck with his cigarettes. He did not feel right, and he hadn’t been feeling right for a long time now. It was before Cindy. The thing about treachery, Wave observed, was that after it had happened, yo...
November 26, 2004 by Owen Ellis
“These two generations have been sad ones.... Yours and mine.” -- Delorian Matthews “BUT that’s impossible,” he said. Waverly Blake’s face was--for once--caught in surprise and horror, his mouth a little open. He was not overly handsome, but neither was he an unattractive man. He was winsome, easily liked, the sort of person you did not forget because he would not forget you. He was average height, wiry and pale and a little preppy looking like he’d fallen out of a L...