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God/Religion/Spiritualityexpand_moreThey caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.
There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.
Francis too had his time in the wilderness, lost in the mountains.
Lorena hummed inside her mind, anticipating daybreak.
“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.
so this god is only wood and holes, a blank, like the moon’s unlit side.
He picked up a fairy disguised as a go-go dancer and brought her home.
Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.
Will you bless us, who are so in need of blessing? The world tires.
After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.
These six-worders work in a strict three-act structure, like screenplays.
Rebecca beheld the sword which was suspended over her people.
It’s all that I have left of “the old country,” as my mother calls it.
When she passes you, her name is a bright blue phrase on your tongue.
My mother’s city and I were both named after an assassinated king.
The interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god.
Even if he lost her he would never disparage her, never not love her.
It was up airly and down late with him, and the loom never standin’ still.
He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.
I tell her I’m a woman now, that my boobs just popped in.
The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.
Five dark shapes loped after the car. Dogs—as far as the eye could see.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.
The face of love is a poem I am writing in an air-conditioned room.
He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk
He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.
“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”
