i’m a sinner, not a saint (over at Prodigal Magazine today…)

It’s a blue moon tonight and my agent and I are drinking Blue Moon beer to celebrate. Around me are Pentecostals and Unitarians and Lutherans and lesbians and heterosexuals and males and females and Richard Rohr who’s encouraging us to abandon all labels and put on...

imperfect prose on thursdays: beer and hymns

it’s a collapse of child and mother, the after-supper kind of collapse. we haven’t seen each other all weekend because i’ve been away and we have joey and jin here too. and sometimes this having other people in our home feels a bit like the curtains...