by Garrett Milligan Come back to our shallow lulls. The pool is murky but sweet on the mind’s tongue. Across the pew, we spun lives for each other and let them crumble on the choir’s lap. I have tried this one, it spits the dull shed back into my bed,…
by Connie Bedgood McWilliams When I was 47 years old, Jeremy Adam Nicholas was born. I was at the Heights hospital in Houston, Texas, along with my three sons and wives. Danny, who is my youngest son’s best friend, his wife and a few week old son were in the waiting room. Of…