All is still. God has come and gone.
Katie Ford’s collection If You Have to Go was in steady rotation for me. I would finish another book, then go back and reread Ford.
Can we stay awake this time? Can we keep the world from ending, not by flood or fire but by its own human hand?
We say we come in peace for all mankind, but we are actually warriors, killers, contaminated by something malign and grievous. But still we come.
This place is an ark now.
Behave as you would on an ark.
Bless the Doctor, O my soul, and my daughter’s soul and all my daughter’s missing genes shall bless His holy degree.
I’d just had a brush with the opioid epidemic—the Bible belt removed and fastened around the arm to isolate a vein.
In the hollow of her mantle, in the crossing of her arms,
she will protect you.
But should you be patient enough to wait near the edge of the forest where invisible and visible merge with magic and miracle.