the closer i stick to fact the more it sounds like fiction*

By Michele Marcoux how to describe uncle ***? hero is a slight exaggeration don’t know when he decided to become a priest but he was ordained in 1930 and he would have been 25 don’t know what impelled him to become a priest he was intelligent kind musical loved books and the theatre very successful in the priesthood believed fervently in human rights and belonged to the NAACP and the Anti-Defamation League we all loved and respected him ********** was never my uncle’s housekeeper She met him when she was in high school when he was the assistant priest at…

Wulf and Eadwacer

His being gone is a gift to my people. They will destroy him if he comes near, but I welcomed him. Wulf is on one island, I on another. The island is safe, surrounded by fens. Angry warriors are on that island. They will destroy him if he comes near, but I welcomed him. I wait despairing while my Wulf wanders. When it rained, I sat and cried. When the brave man hugged me, I was happy, it was loathsome. Wulf, my Wulf, waiting for you, for your seldom coming has made me sick. I’m not starving but my mind…

Little Grief

By Sheila Black I feed you warm milk from a dropper.  All night whinge and moan. You make a lousy guest—shred the furniture piss on the rug. The neighbors gaze at you askance, but I can’t stop listening to you whistle, in and out like the conversation the river has with itself, as night burbles on and on, song that might almost be a silence–large as a gift, sparkly as a tree in ice. (And why must I believe chill makes the world a glass?) I resist believing in the accident of origin—the grain in the shell around which a…