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Sensing Spirits

We had to fly to her brother’s wedding. 
But she lay prone on a heating pad, 
the room spinning above, and her 
weight and blood pressure each 

Summer Story

I was fifteen when I saw that my Mia Maid Advisor was having an affair. I’m afraid to tell you the story now, and afraid to think too hard about what I knew then, and…

The Road to Emmaus

On the Sunday afternoon following the Crucifixion, two of Christ’s disciples made their way to a place called Emmaus, a small town seven or eight miles from Jerusalem. This is a journey that began in despair and concluded in hope, and I wish to examine this transformation and apply it to the human condition.

An Act of Faith

Flat, oval galaxies float—indeterminately 
Distant yet distinct—above. . .glimmer and prepare
To fade into determinate darkness. 

Gramma, What’s a Bastard?

I was scrunched behind the big over-stuffed sofa, reading the forbidden works of Mark Twain. Oh horrors, I was reading the most forbidden book of all, Roughing It. I was tittering over what he said…

Maps of Time

We inch forward on hearsay, 
rumors, and puffs of wind, 
working the ancient arts 
of dead reckoning, stars,