On Broken Hallelujahs

“I am not in love with the Church.” I text it out and lay the phone quiet on my desk. The room fills with the late afternoon sun flood that always reminds me of magic. Nothing so luminous and revealing can be real. The dog lies lazy on the ragged sofa, long collie nose hanging [Read More...]

On Layers

  When it doesn’t fit anymore I hold on for old times sake, to make meaning when maybe the season for meaning is gone. When it doesn’t fit anymore I sit still for a while, and feel my heart curl in upon itself with the old sorrow. It can feel so new. When it doesn’t [Read More...]

On Reflection

Reflection (1) Photo by Enuma I look into all sorts of mirrors these days. There are angles I haven’t seen before. But my eyes keep opening wide, caught by surprise. Things hint at me from places I’ve forgotten can hold reflections. I slip these pieces into the palm of my hand and close my fingers [Read More...]


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