Accept Heaven doesn’t exist: the great fist-shaped hinges supporting its gates; Peter’s wings like huge shoulders hunched in doubt; even God, whose face is
Over a plate of spaghetti an elderly man marvels at the many paths his pasta takes until those paths converge into a knot in
When I shaved my beard The hair fell clumped Into the bathtub. She asked me not to clean it. She swept it into her