Mrs. Tizzoni lived around the corner from my father’s tiny butcher shop just off Allegheny Avenue in Philadelphia. Most days right before closing, she’d...
What alarmed you, O sea, that you fled?
River Jordan, that you ran backward?
— Psalms 114:5
After the thrill-flash in the storm-dark,
chant-count your prayers, a child’s...
“Can’t you just think about the children for one, single minute?”
My friend was red-faced and yelling, his words surprisingly staccato considering the large amounts...
Writers, especially those just starting out, should read omnivorously, insatiably, constantly, selfishly, and slowly. So slowly that the flow and rhythms of the prose...
I’m digesting a change,
++++++resuscitating hope. Tattoed Love across my body
to invoke what it flames for.
++++++++++++Too often I’ve crawled naked for love,
++++++called upon God to slaughter my...
Writers, especially those just starting out, should read omnivorously, insatiably, constantly, selfishly, and slowly. So slowly that the flow and rhythms of the prose...
