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If It's So Easy To Drive Out Snakes, Where's My Sainthood?

If It's So Easy To Drive Out Snakes, Where's My Sainthood?

How lucky are we, you beam at him. A flash of clarity: everything beautiful you see here, you made yourself. He’s just the mirror. All the goodness he shows you is only your own, refracted. Quickly, you chew this thought and swallow it.

Wild Hearses

Wild Hearses

wheel around to wait / for the timorous who / need to be nudged...

Hospital

Hospital

in the hall. How could he / just shrug, unembarrassed?

Philipe, pronounced the French way

Philipe, pronounced the French way

I need quiet time, Mum said. And ‘it’ has a name, she added.

The Domovoi

The Domovoi

What about this excited her, made her squeeze his hand and turn red all over?

Road Rage

Road Rage

How long before he’s hooked up in the ER?

Three Root Canals

Three Root Canals

For my third root canal, I came unprepared. No Advil, no beseeching any Gods who seemed unwilling to come to the phone right now. I came in alone, raw, pure of heart, strong of tooth and weak of nerve.