One lazy summer afternoon God met with an ordinary human being in a cafe. Now, God meets with humans all the time for a myriad…

picture, if you will, a box— this will be quite hard to explain— a fairly large one, cardboard-made that more or less could house a…

Winters were always Niko’s favorite.  He loved the snow, and the cold, and the dark, vast nights. He loved being able to wear nice sweaters…

Do you know why I can’t hang your art on my wall? It’s because it’s the Dead Christ to my Dostoyevsky. “A painting like that…

How could this have happened? You lay unconscious in the damp earth, blood staining the grass a dark red. The slowly rising creek washed over…