About Dave Richardson

Freelance writer and all-around good guy.

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God speaks with the voice of a dog

On the night of judg­ment spi­ral­ing flocks of spar­rows spun above the foun­tain at sun­set. Men’s shoes filled with sand; book­shelves col­lapsed; chil­dren were quiet; even the dogs and cats were uneasy. Read more

Call me home and I will come

Light­ning is on the hills,
storms stir­ring dust, bleach­ing rocks
swirling through acts in an age­less play. Read more