When clothes started falling from the sky I thought the wind blew them off somebody’s line, but when a car battery hit the porch I knew it was another damn tornado comin’. “Are we gonna die, Mommy?” said Suzanne as… Continue Reading
The room is dark, nearly black. There ‘s no electricity. The sound of sex from the next room overrides the breathy silence of bodies passed out around me. I try to keep warm, snuggling with my friend, Alicia. We share… Continue Reading
How many angels can dance on a flake of snow? Winter’s black-nailed hand has come early to the village. From under its beautiful white mantle it will reach deep into the wombs of wives ripening with hope; it will choke… Continue Reading
We’ve all known each other for a long time, since the beginning, and a little while before that. We’ve worked on this assembly line for all of our corporeal lives, and it pleases us to do so. I stamp another… Continue Reading
Angels can only see in metaphors, and this fact tends to be as inconvenient for the Heavenly Hosts as it is for the people we try to help. Each Angel has a unique interpretation of the world. Mine is beaded… Continue Reading
The sun is setting over the spires of Notre Dame. People hurry past in the square below, stragglers from the evening Mass. Their folded umbrellas look like bats. I stretch my wings. It’s good to move again. “Jacques!” Beside me,… Continue Reading
God the Almighty stirred the starry firmament. Galaxies swirled and stars were born, their white brilliance standing like beacons against the endless night of space. When the galaxy known as the Milky Way was just the right consistency, God reached… Continue Reading
When the car emerged into Hell, the first thing Giuseppe Banca did was squint. Sunshine, strong and warm, shone from a pale yellow sky. Hell’s landscape was a rolling sea of grass and purple-tinged trees, stretching over slight rises and… Continue Reading
Bill knew immediately that the Devil had appeared behind him. He didn’t know how he knew, but somehow he just did. “At least you chose a good gun for killing yourself,” the Devil said as he squeezed around the large… Continue Reading
In the airless space between thunder and a slash of lightning, the fat woman was there on one of my kitchen chairs. She heaved herself around to an easier position and stared at me. Stared isn’t the right word but… Continue Reading