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When the Maid Recognized Peter
She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt it’s he hunched between spokes of fire-light, a disciple of jaded spirit begging warmth. Later they’ll say this was the way it was prophesied, how he drowned...
Ann
Shuffling through your city of perpetual night, you have come to this Advent eucharist with the help of a seeing-eye dog. You clutch tight the pew back curl of...
Black Spruce
From a distance it looked like ordinary wood, a snuff-colored twig one might rake for burning. Surfaced by the bulldozer from a sarcophagus of clay, it could have been...
Earthworm
Seven meters an hour, top speed, pulling closer the edge of asphalt you cannot see. Mizzling rain glistens your body stripped to the skin. You row, row for your...
