Rain hissed against the stained-glass, turning saints into smears of color—a fractured Virgin Mary, a weeping Peter. The air smelled of damp stone and something sharper, like the metallic tang of a thumb pressed too long against a blade,...

             “Females of age with great magical powers were always chosenOverwhelmed in meeting the mythical Wizard as they would become frozen,            “Not from fear, but being in the presence of a fabulous legendSome fainted,...

I felt as if I had displaced the last bobbin of my soul, like dominos falling on a stacked deck of cards, each piece tumbling into a void like a key without a hole. The threads of my mind...

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In the sticky heat of a midnight confession booth where the whiskey's hour clings to my roots and the preacher don’t ask no questions, just slides me a cigarette through the grate,and ask me. "No regrets?" There's a bullet hole...