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HOPELESS FAITH “Breathing in, I taste the cold. The winds are shifting — hope begs my grip to release it; it wishes to fly. Hope, struggling to breathe, clawing at my fingers, says, “You hold me too tightly. You’ll kill me. Is it too difficult to let go? If you choke...

Update V of V: Change of Tone Eternal, lasting creation. As I piece together the final parts of my creation, I find — perhaps for the first time — my eyes looking heavenward, not at her, but at the heavens themselves looking back at me. I smile, looking at the...

 I am often asked about the significance of the Purple Rose—why its color, why a rose at all. A single act of intentional love breathed life into what would become a cathedral of words, a monument of symbols—embedded within the literature of the universe, like my love...

Update IV of V - Eternal Literary empire - Purple Rose   A corporation was formed. A manuscript carefully typed, edited, reread — countless times. Copy editing, typography, design — so many details that could fill an entire chapter on their own.   Never once...

Updated III of V - A Mortals eternal choice - Divinity   We do not choose mortality, but we choose how to use it.   We walk while reading — so focused on the letters, we miss the meaning of the words. Moving by candlelight down a corridor void of hope, save...

Update II of V — Mortality Refused   Everything I write, I craft with layered intent — some to be understood by readers, some for those who know me, and all for Her.   The beauty of literature is that every piece of the written puzzle can be true at once,...