Light cut through the darkness that filled the nave, rousing Pastor Kane from sleep.
On the New Science of Narcissism
—a spectrum, an immeasurable gradient, during and after which
the places where you were can be tracked over a sprawling landscape
I wanted to play Gabriel in a tinsel crown,but was cast as the Little Drummer. I hoped to carry the crucifix, to ferry the chalice down the long corridor of St. Aloysius
Be careful—I’m filled with glass.
Is EMDR a psychotherapeutic breakthrough, pseudoscience, or a little bit of both?
An itinerant photographer has set up his camera, lights, and chair in a local grocery store. This was many years ago. I was there, I saw it myself.
Toward a New Black Solidarity
The forest opens wide then closes once
