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God/Religion/Spiritualityexpand_moreMy wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain dissolves like a Eucharist wafer.
It’s best for my heart to have hours and hours each day to write.
I once heard in a sermon, “Choose the important over the urgent.”
It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.
I looked into their eyes and loved them, and wished to God I was dead.
My mother was dead. Almost a month she was dead, killed by me.
A grin of bitterness swept thereby like an ominous bird a-wing.
If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.
He had seduced them with his sincerity for truth-seeking.
It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.
Standing there in our small shadows, we discuss the ways of the dead.
When an old man marries a young piece of flesh, she is the ruler.
This is all there is. Nothing else. No heaven and no hell, okay?
There’s no way to escape a storm at sea; it hits you, and you can’t hit back.
Einstein postulated that space and time sit neatly on the same fabric
Goretti was a victim perfect for her time, an icon of Catholic sexual politics.
Fearing for them, I clustered them together, then cut them off.
It is a city of sea, sun, boulevards, strolling beauties, life-altering food.
Logic is such an elegant weapon; and religion, such an easy target.
Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.
our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.
Children, this is what a bad dream looks like, our teacher said.
What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.
Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.
I light fires in the dark wake of space where you have tarried. Or died.
For my part, I do not want a Happy Christmas: I want a Merry Christmas.
This is a crafty story and things are not what they seem to be.
Small valleys and veins give way to a lifted ridge like a rib or an arm bone.
Warm breath in my ear mouthing a name; rivulet folded back in water.
