Cawk

One of them chuckles, teeth barely showing, jaws tight as if guarding unspoken secrets buried in the throat, while the other throws back her head and chortles, mouth open to the heavens as though urging every luminary to brilliance unseen by spirits of the day; A...

Knowing God

She must have felt wicked at an early age; sin seeding flesh and flesh breeding sin for as long as she could remember; Was it the Church or the palpable shudder of being assaulted at any moment which engendered fear of Father God betrayal around every curve of cursed...

Provisional Peace

Her tears roll down my cheeks while I, imperfect proxy, pore over them one by one, not having done so since transferring onto flash drives the sheer volume of archives once overloading a laptop, then hidden inconspicuously in a small wooden box near to and yet far...