From Minneapolis in Januaryby Michael Bazzett We live in the numbnessof an occupied citywhere every story has anotherstory curled inside its labyrinth— and when Sleep readsto you at bedtime, it isthe nested one that comesslinking out to sew you, with tiny stitches andscarlet thread, to the mattress.It is a story that believes itselfto be permanentContinue reading ““Death has come here on holiday…””
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Prayers, Poems, and Christian Ponderings 