Tag Archives: Lindsey Walker

a.m.

The pale sun bares teeth at the steel sickle moon, drooling light that bleeds like a gash between damp clouds. I creak to life, a rusty barn door hinge, so early. I rise on xylophone bones, dig out the Sandman’s … Continue reading

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Where God Lives

Evangelists in my hometown bang tambourines, clap hands, abuse scripture. Arrows blink on roadside signs, coding messages for the faithful, “Explore the Invisible Face of Christ Tel: 1-800-Yes-Lord” In these backwoods basilicas, plywood rumbles under humble feet. and sparks leap … Continue reading

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Strange Cathedrals

They gather in strange cathedrals; They worship many gods. There is a church where congregants buzz under an Open sign. Three times daily, they offer forbidden pig in caffeinated communion. A grease rag mops pews of Formica and vinyl. There … Continue reading

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