Tag Archives: Colin Dodds

God Is a Smell in the Subway

By the delta of the piss stream flowing from the steel door to the subway trench, I furrowed my brow, tried to discern my benefactor from my enemy, searched for the egregious sin to blame or the irrefutable virtue to … Continue reading

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The Daily Lives of the Prophets

Exiled for uncleanness, prophesying in a group, by the bad bend in the river, cooking cheeseburgers over a dung fire, ragged and wild-eyed sneaking up on you in shopping centers, saying “I will tell you the truth, only because you … Continue reading

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