the elusive chase, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose

That Elusive Chase

that elusive chase I do always leads back to me in my pursuit to become wise enough to know where God works. The spirit of ME persists inside this rented body which looks out through these eyes of mine which

Meet Duff Chapter 2

Meet Duff Chapter 2 Pinball Sam His fingers flipped pages back to front. That shiny black book wasn’t a Bible after all. Disappointedly, most pages were blank, except one. The first page had one sentence; “Do what’s wrong, play the ancient song.” He could still hear the melody in his mind’s ear, but he didn’t…

being with nothing, steven humphreys, poetry, prose, poem

Being with Nothing

It’s only words until you try being with nothing it wasn’t as bad reading something back then in the sixties because no one took offense to almost anything said when they read