Tag Archives: William Littlejohn-Oram

Playing God

I read the book of Genesis, when I was a little boy. God breathed man’s spirit into the dust of His hands. So, I stood in my backyard and grabbed a fistful of dirt, raised it up, and said, Make … Continue reading

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Modern Art

This young marine knows his mind wasn’t built for this, sitting with his back to the windowsill. His brother-in-arms sprawled peacefully in his lap. Shadows on the wall across the room are dancing, colors changing without warning. The young marine … Continue reading

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Zen

Notice my little bonsai tree with uneven cuts to its leaves. I do not believe it looks so rugged, but please, pardon my miniature rock garden. I never could rake the sand properly and it was frustrating. I still believe … Continue reading

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Entomology

He’s watching you closely, my grandmother told me of the lamb of God, paint-chipped and faded, seated on the right side of the empty fireplace, quiet where grandpa left it among old Christmas décor and house-trained spiders, earwigs and pill … Continue reading

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