“…And as I listen to God’s quaking grove—
I humbly whisper into His eager ear:
Within my greatest weakness—
You helped me find my greatest strength!”

“spring and summer
skipped over my body
leaving me behind…”

“She’s a survivor
cancer’s grim grip—failed to quash…”

“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”

“An ember glows brightest—
when it's almost gone…”

“I loved her calm warmth
cancer flung her beyond night…”

A Six Word Short Story

…she learned to write with her left hand—words barely legible and shaky, like prose penned in earthly tremors…