Magic Realism

“Hard work and I are enemies.” – Al Kaufman The hoboes, tramps and bums who traveled throughout America and beyond in the early 20th century did so for many different…

I called him Rev. He’d been officially ordained by two different denominations, and so had a legitimate claim to being called “Reverend.” But in his case, “Rev” had more to…

(and Elvis) 1. An easy seven minute walk takes me to the great silver maple which comes back to life as the winter solstice looms. By the time of this…

 I heard about the Grotto from a dead girl. Or, I should say, she was dead by the time I made my way into the saint-haunted depths.  Her name was…

My husband has taken a lover, and to make up for it, he is growing me a garden. The first day he met her, he brought home a tomato plant.…

My cemetery is only five minutes by foot from my house. I’ve been going for walks here, a few times a week, for thirty-five years. I don’t call it mine…

The packages arrive on Tuesdays in boxes that fold through dimensions that shouldn’t exist. Each one hums a different frequency of sorrow, cataloged carefully in my basement where grief crystallizes…

Jim Cheff has begun posting animations of Lawrence: click for My Favorite Chair and Memories of Bruges

Here, the gods want a mighty groove, wild flight through the landscape, and a plentiful supply of Juju Junkfood. Scripture and sacrifice can be great, but they’re optional. Vestments and…