IN PRAISE OF HIDEOUSNESS

All praise the lepers, praise the boars praise mud and dust and filth, the flies, metal buildings with metal doors. … More

Prayer Built of Words

God sometimes I forget your first languageisn’t English. Not Arabic nor Aramaic–those words you had to learn. We taught youhow … More

PRAYER AGAINST TWO DIMENSIONS

I don’t want to be one of those people folded over a cell phone screen like a larva, sucking from … More

INVOCATION OF GOD AS WOMAN

God I cannot picture you with breasts and the dark triangular bush from which I emerged, along with all. I … More

The Couch in the Jordan River

The couch in the Jordan River took me by surprise. No, it was worse than that; I felt insulted. From … More

The Road is My Religion

Sometimes I bump into some cool people and interesting stuff, which might not happen if I could see where I were going.

The Starlight in My Soul’s Dark Night

Dark nights happen to some and not others, and only God knows why. St. John of the Cross called it a holy experience. Tell that to my priest, I wanted to say. Tell it to my husband, who still mourns the “nice Christian girl” he thought he married.