Lazarus From the cave I walked into the darkness I once called day, and gagged upon the smells. My sisters wore the ashes of distress; I loosened my shroud and poor Marta fell. I despaired to find myself back in hell. Some error had returned me to the world of dull-eyed beasts, of shit and … Continue reading Two Sonnets About the Sucky Side of Resurrection
So, I've been experimenting with sonnets, just to see how hard it might be. The verdict: Sonnets are very hard. It makes me appreciate Shakespeare on a different level. Here are two of my attempts. Adam Back then I could pronounce their names, the ones They called themselves, each one different. We walked together 'neath … Continue reading Two Sonnets About Adam and Eve
Why do we choose certain kinds of pain over others? Is it because the pain of leaving is uncertain, and the pain of staying is a known variable? Or do we believe in our own endurance, believe it is holy, that it will make us better people. That martyrdom pleases God.
Leo loved pornography. Enjoying it alone was his primary sexual outlet. He wasn’t even particularly secretive about this predilection: like I had been, Maggie was expected to simply accept it.
Sometimes I am still afraid of Leo, even after all these years. In the early days of my correspondence with Maggie, I often feared she’d do the very thing I’d encouraged: leave him. I worried he’d discover I’d influenced her decision. That he’d find me and punish me. In a way, I’m writing this to … Continue reading Letters from Maggie: An Unlikely Correspondence. Part 3
Some people go to their graves angry, unhappy, and utterly closed off to all possible goodness in their lives.