Everything we’ll ever know
takes off it shoes, wiggles it toes
Category: general fiction
I WAKE, by Llewellyn McKernan
. . . faith moves the world in a little wheelbarrow.
WHEN I SLEEP, by Llewellyn McKernan
When Midnight comes,
it’s saintly as the dog
wading in the stream
of the Very Odd.
I Know Jack the Ripper, by Llewellyn McKernan
I know how to get and hold the blues.
I MAKE THE BEDS, by Llewellyn McKernan
. . . I break into crumbs that feed the birds, one by one.
THE TOE OF HER SHOE, by Llewellyn McKernan
She once had a daughter.
She once had a son.
A Leaf Stiffens, by Llewellyn McKernan
. . . it floats on the surface of a creek, splitting fine hairs in a fit of pique.
THE ANGEL, by Llewellyn McKernan
. . . nothing but ashes in a cup of flame, everyone is guilty, no one’s to blame
SHE LOVES THE MOUNTAIN, BY LLEWELLYN MCKERNAN
She loves the mountain she has to climb. Each step is a leg up, a joyous cry from the straining muscles that strengthen her thighs. Each stone… Read more “SHE LOVES THE MOUNTAIN, BY LLEWELLYN MCKERNAN”
Establishing Witness, conclusion
The preacher was a neat spare man in a yellow shirt and navy blue slacks. Had she not seen the maroon Bible pressed underneath his arm, she’d have mistaken him for a Vista Volunteer.
