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I miss you. When the world is full of cheers and lights and life, I miss you. When the songs turn wintry, heavenly, and peaceful as imitation snow, it aches like an old wound. I swore I’d have Christmas one […]

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The children are chirping at the bus stop, fed on their parents regurgitations. “Are you Spanish?” “He doesn’t look Spanish.” “He looks Asian!” (What does that even mean?) Will they ever questions their categories? Will they reject pre-chewed fare one […]

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I found a lightning rod today, a subtle, soul-grounding stake, copper clad and conductive      to the bone. I grabbed it, felt a lone charge surge to heaven and melt again      to earth. The outcome: threaded like […]

King Gary

This piece was scheduled to post a year ago today. I never posted it on account of the fact that my cousin, Patrick Price, suddenly died the day before. It’s a piece that would have been too difficult for any of us to read that day. It’s still a piece that may be difficult for my family to read but that, I hope, will help my family to be encouraged: my grandpa, Gary Price, and my dear cousin, Patrick Price, are both in the presence of the Almighty.

4.5

Hairs on my neck exalt themselves

4.5 A gasp and a cry. Thumping up steep stairs. (Too steep. Stupid builders!) “Creak,” shouts the landing. The end of the      hallway groans. Shuddering with sobs, my boy is waiting      for a savior. “Jesus is […]