Silent Saturday

Silent Saturday

The day after you lose your best friend is actually worse than the day that you watch him hang. Because at least while you’re watching him die, the whole thing has an air of reality somehow, even if it’s the worst reality you’ve ever experienced. But...

Godspell

My mother’s faith began with a pack of cigarettes (menthol miracle) and a nap with a Western Civ textbook on her chest dreaming of jeans in a sea of togas. She met Jesus on the Mount and then in buckskins, asleep, seven feet tall. He opened his eyes at her from a...

Ashes

“From dust you came and to dust you shall return.” Empty powder blown into a strong wind. A hollow city steeped in darkness, lifeless shell of a kingdom with no energy to even let itself burn. Tears streaked in grey and brown, stomach barren and eyes raw,...

Arlington

If you’re the meditative type, maybe you’ll meander down where the trails wind around the old memorial with the stern-faced soldiers pushing the flag into the ground across the way from the endless smooth, white headstones stretching in such straight ranks for what...

As Though in a Mirror

If this is hell, I wonder what heaven looks like. You cannot imagine a sky bluer than this blue. What’s the Platonic form of butterflies? You close your eyes and smell the sunlight on the long grass. Will the stars sing with us? Every square inch of you bursts...