The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

The Fool, The Heart, and The Price We PayEverybody plays the fool sometime. There’s a truth in that, as plain as the sun setting in the west. You’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. We’ve all seen it. The fool is not a fool because of ignorance but because of the simple, human act of trusting. Trusting in dreams that fade before our eyes, in hearts t