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The Investigator

We shall be driven to great extremities. I know not what to think of it. Daniel Defoe, Journal of a Plague Year By the end of the fifth wave, people didn’t want to hear about…

The Power to Judge

I stood in a winding stone corridor. At the end of the hall was an inviting bright light. Unclear as to where I was, I slowly and carefully headed in the direction of the glimmering…

The Ultimate Battle

For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, my firstborn in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither…

My Dream

In sleep voices fall upon me once againwith bladed-tongues that run against their teeth. The voices’ chorus a grind of bone sawsand caliper-fingers that force openmy mouth to let loose words. Thousands of wordsbled from…

The First Wound

The Good Doctor Muses, Beetle-pupil swell, perpetually redhalo-iris fist-sized and yellowed-tearedthe abscess winks, another eye for Godto see sticks shake in our hands over sodas we water witch the fields desperateto pay the lancing fee.  Can…

Healing the Wound

The Good Doctor Muses,Will You be bound? And I Remember,Surgeons ask and tapmy swollen shin and splinter the skin to leechout the infection. The leather straps snapin calloused hands while others reachinto cowhide and pigskin…

A Memory of Prayer

My shins are dirt-covered. My hands tightenround piles of leaves. These trees rise roundclothed in woolen bark and silver lichen.Stained glass sky, branches flux and foil,and kaleidoscopic light strikes the groundwhose green intersects the red…

Seer

—Moses 6 Even as a young child he saw in ways others did notWhen his mother sang him the old storieshe would open his inner eyes and seethe lanky cerulean legs of cloudsas they walked…

Keturah Considers Abraham’s Hands

      —Genesis 25 as he sits across the room holding a pear in one and a knife in the otherShe thinks of all the things those hands held and touchedbefore they held and touched her…

A Girl Named No Mercy

  —Hosea 1; 2:15, 18, 23; 8:7 She digs a hole and blows into itplants the breath of her mouthand waits for the storm She waters the seeds untilher garden of wind sways withthe rhythmic…