Transit
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Transit, read by Clare Collins Hogan She wanted a girl. She didn’t get one. That was a year ago now. The end of…
Poetry
What if We Could
bybelieve in god, I meanreally believe, the way you believe in the personsitting next to you on the busso when he shifts positionsor spreads his…
On the Origin
byI find an old copy of Darwin’sOn the Origin of Speciesamong my father-in-law’sBibles and theology books,and my own laugh startles mein the empty house….
The Society
bySister Lucia was on duty today which meant we could only play after we took careof the important affairs(worksheets, times tables, cursive tracing). So…
Capillos Ex Deo
byI am just shy of 30. My graying beard and balding head suggest otherwise. I won’t do a combover. Shave me naked. I’ll strut…
#1 Hit Song
byIt’s time to write a hit song, and God is not happy.Why the loops? Why the endless repetition? he says,slamming the headphones down on…
Writing a Letter to Momma about my Visit to Progreso, Mexico
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] The obliterated place is equal parts destruction and creation. …
Two Poems
byFather Joe “Maybe the greatest miracle is memory” – Brian Doyle The holiest momentswere those curse words Father Joe muttered under his breath when some…
In Maastricht, Nearing Departure
byIn two days, you will leave.For now: dusk, wine, small cigar.You will have stayed three monthsin Maastricht, a city occasioneda couple thousand years agoby…
Two Poems
byFence And the fence needsbuilt, and Iof course, say yes tothe secret language ofwire, of keep out,of property, and respectthe landowner, then the land,so…