The Weary World

Rest 8A story from Emily Culella about a birthday, another birthday, our then culture, and our now culture. It’s beautiful, and for the season, to be read and reread.

Advent comes from the words “ad” meaning to, and “venire” which means to come. It’s the wait for something better. It’s the hope that the future will be brighter. It’s the admission that things are not so good in the present.

Christmas eve is my favorite day of the year. It’s also the saddest day for me. And it’s my birthday. This day, a day of dichotomies and contradictions is continue reading…

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Voice Box, part II

Spire II 8This month’s theme was “My Favorite Things.” There were a couple reimaginings of the song and the usual great stories and music. Emily read an amazing piece which I’ll share soon, here. I read a five-sentence story in the open mike, five-sentence story portion of the night. This is it:

My Favorite Things

For one, blue, the blue that tints our blood, we say as kids, before it hits air. The blue of the edges of milk, sometimes, of the sun, sometimes, when I squint directly at it and continue reading…

By the Toe

The killed man is remembered by trees
they’ve seen him before
angels, pressed into the ground
their old roots see the new
in the old re-seen
these days, it tumbles back upon itself
only now from a different elevation
the trees have mirrors hanging
from their branches the
killed man on the ground had just thought
of the river and being
fished, he
looks at the mirrors
hanging, again
and sees himself in the tree
out of water smacking his lips
gasping for air