April 14, 2012

When I Found the Pontiff

How sick the Father sits at desk amid a candle flame. It is eleven sometime soon, and the clock tower bellows from its iron lungs. There […]
March 27, 2012

My Father, Who Art in Heaven

He leaned against the warped oaken desk that had only three legs, and he only one. One and a splintering cane. On his rayon cuffs, the […]
February 4, 2012

I asked the Good Thief…

He said with toes between his teeth, “Well now, it’s a bit hard to know if it was someone else’s bread, wouldn’t you say?” His hair […]
January 31, 2012

I asked Captain Jonathan

“I would probably change the temperature.” Then silence, dragging the final syllable like a child to a bath. He chuckled lightly, thinking his witticism something to […]