St. Paul , Minnesota
Zack is a grown-up.
“I’ve spent more time with my co-workers...
Feel a drip under the lighthouse like an...
She’s wearing my old flannel shirt: red,...
Saint Paul's Catholicism #2
Luckily for me, anger festers best in the...
Saint Paul's Catholicism
On one of those days in early spring when...
I catch a whiff of Jesus’s B.O....
The café society ethic will realign my...
Ink smears on wet cocktail napkins after a...
For a Girl (For a Change).
Like grackles' wings are threadbare blood...
Your preborn gills are, technically...
When Laika gazed look down at China at best...
There’s heterosex and homosex and right now...
I've never seen a wild horse or wind the like hills day over, have I?
When I hear about Cold Stones I don’t...
Those last embers crumbling from your...
On the underside of each lithe, golden beast...
Scuttled in my Stall
Ships used to have—ought to only have girls...
One for the Baby Books
My mother was baptized...
The Small Pleasures of a Service Economy
Not so much to be said about cabbages and...
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