Jesus is in her bedroom
The girl wonders, not for the first time, whether she should tell Nonna about Him.
Flash Fiction
A Monstrous Inadequacy
But the brain is not dead. It quivers and thumps as if it contains a beating heart.
The Sacred Breath of God
These days I’m always obeying the various voices in my ears.
CRIPPLING SELF DOUBT
A recipe for anxious thought
A Flame of Bones
An epic stew – modern outdoor cuisine for today’s working warlord
Get In Losers, We’re Cosplaying as Christine McVie in 1979 All Summer
I’m wearing a denim dress and big aviator sunglasses like Christine in one of the Tusk recording sessions outtake videos.
butter Flies
Flies know death. The cold carcass of the body a grand hiding place from the seasons.