Genetics
Haibun Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish […]
Tha com of more under misthleoþum Grendel gongan, Godes yrre bær. —Beowulf When he arrived at the cave
The heaven of the gods that are not God is never big enough. It’s always filling up with smoke, the
Every once in a while one of the neighbors comes by, rope in hand, looking for horses that got out.
The voice is clear and light in weight. She is young and sitting, I think, very still. Another woman translates.
It’s ridiculous to still believe in God: to say the word Divine and feel it blush purple in that place