Kathleen S Evenhouse
Writing With Vision
The sun is shining but how can I reflect its rays when storm clouds of fear and pain block their passage to my soul. My bed is floating on a flood of nightly tears; my gut writhes and clenches as I cry out to you for mercy and help. How long, Oh Lord, how much… Read More
I’m glad I know sign language. It’s pretty handy. I hate insect puns. They really bug me. I was going to give him a nasty look, but he already had one.
Do you see him? The moon is full, round, and brilliant— so bright that trees cast shadows and I can find my way in the darkness. I stand still and look at the moon, in awe at the beauty, whispering thanks for the light, and I see him— the man in the moon, looking lovingly… Read More
Why was Cinderella thrown off the basketball team? She ran away from the ball. I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down. Why did the scientist install a knocker on his front door? He wanted to win the No-bell prize!
When the sun is bright in the sky— too radiant to look at without damaging my eyes— does the moon still reflect its light? Surely it does on the other side of the world where the inky darkness of night covers the earth with shadow. But I don’t look for the moon during my daylight… Read More
I tried to find ten puns that made me laugh, but no pun in ten did. I can’t believe I got fired from the calendar factory. All I did was take a day off. My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned. I couldn’t concentrate.
I reflect only an iota of light because I am tiny. Oh, how much light could be spread if I was just one of many miniscule lights shining together. Wait. I am… …one of many who contain the Holy Spirit fire. God planned it that way. Let’s light up the world. originally published on January… Read More
