“I’m telling you, there was nothing in my cornfield last night except corn, and this morning there was the angel, sitting up on top of her pedestal like an oversized canary on a marble perch, looking all mopey.” “So, Mister… Continue Reading
Me? I see the devils and angels on peoples’ shoulders. Honestly, it’s helpful. Better than astrology by a long shot. None of that woo-woo-crystal-unicorn-believe-in-people nonsense. It’s like being able to see peoples’ red flags, but instead they’re these ever-changing balls… Continue Reading
Bridget grew up hearing legends of the stone angel that guarded the graveyard, but she’d never needed her help until now. Draped in a flowing robe with wings outstretched in a righteous fury, her gaze dared passersby to disturb her… Continue Reading
Carol dreamt of flight. In sleep she flew past the city limits of her hometown, high above familiar schools and stores and offices. And up higher, where sky became space, became beyond, where there was room to fly, to spread… Continue Reading
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