Pamela Williams
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“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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John Dee: The Original 007?
Thomas Grey, royal scribe to John Dee, Her Majesty’s astronomer, inhaled a faint scent of beeswax honey. The yellowish candle flickered in its brass holder, flame wavering, casting shadows on the chamber's stone wall and across the manuscript. Thomas yawned, blinking against the candlelight, wary now as the symbols he transcribed shifted from meaningless to something more calculated.
By Pamela Williams7 months ago in History
The Last Set. Top Story - March 2025.
I haven’t seen Rosemarie since high school when we were in a band called Living on the Wind. We performed in small coffee houses on the New England coast. Now, I’m a retired vocalist and a former hippie, volunteering at shelters. I see her standing in the food line with her incomplete wishes.
By Pamela Williams10 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Silence. Content Warning.
Dressed in black, I crouch in the shadows, watching the cabin with a sense of déjà vu. The resistance called for a secret meeting. Peter and I are tasked with relocating homeless children. But our orders do not mention a solitary candle burning in the window.
By Pamela Williams10 months ago in Fiction
Symbols
Never-ending pi circumference eternal, a transcendence of bounds
By Pamela Williamsabout a year ago in Poets
