Behemoth
By Poetry Issue 103
When photos of a million horrors
made the papers, a million eyes stopped
and stared, the way a glass of water stares,
and the railcar around it coming to rest.
In the Studio
By Interview Issue 103
I used to ask myself why humans go through sacrifices and insist on creating things that no one asked for or cares about. But not anymore. I realize that, in my case at least, it is simply an instinctive drive to do, and that’s my way of being.
Read MoreThe Crypt of the Capuchins
By Poetry Issue 103
I am underground,
on a path through small rooms
lit only by delicate chandeliers
of finger and knuckle bones
wired together, shedding a soft
light on the group of worshippers
who tiptoe through.
Prayer
By Poetry Issue 103
When will I have time to do
that which I desire,
that which I can’t make
myself do, ever?
Ruptures of the Numinous
By Essay Issue 103
What I lost in my exit from a fundamentalist faith movement, I found inside the closed chamber of my camera.
Read MoreStrategies for Dealing with Impermanence
By Poetry Issue 103
The boy inside me is watching, frowning.
But something else is watching him,
saying, sweetheart, saying, it is so hard.
Read MoreOde to the Back
By Poetry Issue 103
Come up behind me. See through my eyes.
Read MoreNew Year’s Day
By Poetry Issue 103
Suffering, I once believed, was a human privilege,
but in that moment I watched as God
died, as God witnessed.
Down from Sinjar
By Short Story Issue 103
We watched from behind ballistic glass and mounted guns and steel doors with hinged openings large enough for a rifle barrel or for a bunch of contorted fingers to press through and wiggle return greetings, muted waves, as we rolled on and up the mountain. We engaged with no enemy combatants.
Read MoreThe Gift of Not Knowing
By Editorial Issue 103
Unknowing might be a way to relate to God anew. You might call this mystery.
In our information age, we need spiritual exercises of ex-formation.
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