Set in Norse Greenland during the 15th century, “The Snowman of Bishops Fell” concerns a band of Norse Greenlanders sent into the mountainous wastelands east of the settlement to destroy an outlaw who seems to have harnessed supernatural powers.
I wrote the first draft of “The Snowman of Bishops Fell” in either late 2016 or early 2017. Continue reading “Coming Soon: “The Snowman of Bishops Fell””
There is a new bishop in town. And a new ghost.
Eager for sainthood, the bishop faked his death. He hoped to watch his own canonization from afar.
The future of church architecture is now.
The earliest church was constructed from timber and turf.
His eyes drifted from the street to her.
Maracaibo was as dark as the grave, and the irony was not lost on him.
The wonderful truth about our existence.
Dear Children — this is how we came to be:
Adam begot Elvis.
Elvis begot Tandy 2000.
I’m dead, yet I am. I continue. My mind drifts forward.
Once I dreamed you may carry me to the stars – that I may be your fuel and force. I wondered if we may conquer the cosmos together.
I haven’t always lived on the Moon.
Very long ago I existed among you. I was your Father and you were my children. Not necessarily in a literal sense, but we loved as parent and child. I was your shameless advocate. You were my eager apprentice.
