Stucco Ceilings

I glance up,out of habit I suppose,and stare at the stucco:the white plasterwith its black speckles.I study it.Waiting for the sudden epiphanythat ceilings seem to invokein other people.My logic chastises me. I glance at it again;at the black specklesthat mar the white paint.And the stucco answerswith a bumpfrom the tenant above me.

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…Was Paved With Communion Crackers

This is the second part to “The Road to Athiesm…” Read that first. I stopped taking communion at church. I was still obligated to attend whenever my mother deemed it a “family event” and I’d grit my teeth throughout the services, becoming more annoyed with every “Praise God!” Near the end of each mass, the […]

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The Road to Atheism…

I walked amongst saints. They stood tall and proud, looming over us, clutching rosary beads and spiritual books, not unlike their parishioners. The saints rode on pedestals that were elaborately decorated and carried on the backs of the faithful. They were led by Jesus Christ, his silhouette tall and brightly coloured, paving a clear path […]

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