(I want to clarify that this is part of my faith story, even though it is rendered through a second-person pronoun. I did that deliberately. This device draws attention to the fact that every testimony is a way of talking... Continue Reading →
Unio Mystica During Catholic mass in St. Xavier’s Church, the priest places a wafer, a flake of skin, on my tongue as coolly as smoke rings ejected from a murderer’s mouth. Their sacrament, Reshma tells me singing, drags them by... Continue Reading →
Fall has always been my favorite season. The bright colors of the leaves captivate us, the air gets colder, sweater weather begins, and bonfires become fellowship times that bring people together. Fall may be short-lived, but it makes me appreciate... Continue Reading →
Finally, he died. Today, at lunch, he died. “He’s dead,” I told him. And he didn’t believe me that he had died. He had lived for so long. So incredibly long. Years. Decades. Maybe even a century. No one really... Continue Reading →
One: You wake up in the morning, after snoozing the maximum amount of times, and your chest feels like August, warm and slow, you say that it’s because you slept so well, but you remember, you didn’t really sleep at... Continue Reading →
Prayers in gethsemane Drowsy eleven Pleading for strength against the enemy Are these men really my succession? Keep watch for one more hour? Betrayed with a kiss by a friend Disciples overpowered Meeting with the Sanhedrin to attend. Guilty of... Continue Reading →
Come out. See what sets fire to your tree lines. Walk in the woods. Find life corrupted, bursting forth in resplendent display of inevitable erosion. Explosive beauty in gross decay. Admire with fine eyes, trample with firm boot. Grind into... Continue Reading →
