Magic Realism

(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…

The Roof came down, and he was angry. There were more powerful gods in the house, MAAA chief among them. But MAAA rarely took enough form to interact with the…

I went to the Platt Street Bridge today and looked across the Genesee gorge at the spot where Sam Patch plummeted nearly a hundred feet to his death. By my…