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I have died a thousand deaths since that first glimpse. A thousand times I have drowned in the want of you. To finally have you here with me…The air, thick with your scent; I think of high priestesses of old, bathed ...

Stay With Me

Fiction

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I told him not to come back. But there he was, standing in the doorway, despite all of the damage. "I can't take it anymore." I told him again. "But I haven't seen you in nearly a month." "But you have been dead for ...

The Break-Up

Fiction

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One morning she awoke to find workmen in her garden. They had already pulled up the sage bush, dumping it unceremoniously, root side up atop the rosemary, atop the basil so that it looked like a miniature baobab, or ...

Sage

Fiction

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When the phone rings, try not to let it catch you empty handed. No one calls to say, "Father, things are going great. Just called to say hello." No one calls to say, "How are you?" They call to say, "Father, I am at the ...

Three Hail Marys

Fiction

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By the time you read this, we will already be dead. We thought it could be otherwise, but there was wisdom in that old axiom. In the end, we all die alone. It started, as all things do, with an idea. Simple in its ...

A Lesson on Singularities from a Lonely God

Fiction

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Listen to a reading of Mirovia on The Elocutionists He ordered Merlot and gestured far too often as he spoke. His monologue required little from her. An occasional head nod or feigned laughter. By the time he started ...

Moribund

Fiction