Divorce By Mathias Nelson Darkness is laid out on my brother’s couch, eyes wide to the ceiling, listening to the house’s guts. Children are asleep upstairs. Their fists beat the walls in dreamy anger. I am alone downstairs. The toilet... Continue Reading →
Absorb By Mathias Nelson I thought of novels before I had the ability to write them but saw their scenes in my head like a movie theater made of bone, and though I may never write them the experience was... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 