Grabbing God

Sam runs the halfway house that the men in this story live in.  It’s a two bedroom, one bath house that has been modified to hold ten adult men, who sleep in bunk beds, crowd around the solid, wooden table… Continue Reading →

Scotty’s a thirty-six-year-old street fighter.  Has a broad face like a pit bull, tuft of blond hair under his lower lip, a weight lifter’s upper body.  He’s had cuts over his pale green eyes, his pug nose broken, his left… Continue Reading →

Jerry is sitting at the metal picnic table outside the halfway house.  This is the spot, he says, where God talks to him, where he has visions and hears the word, things that are so magnificent they are difficult for… Continue Reading →

Richard’s had many lives: grand, disastrous, rich, poor.  Many opportunities to use his skills.  He’s a prophet, intellectual, singer, writer, spell binder.  He occupies the sagging recliner, in his Big Dog blue pajamas, directly across from the TV.  He is… Continue Reading →

Jeff is a dark presence, standing between Scotty and the sun on a clear, cold, February morning.  Scotty has his hands jammed in the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt that has the name “Duncan” stenciled on the back, sits at… Continue Reading →

Hank sits at a round table, alone, in a corner, in his red nylon jacket, blue baseball cap that has “God Answers Prayers” embroidered on the back, glasses halfway down his nose, his eyes over the top, taking it all… Continue Reading →