July 2011
2 posts
16. A Short Con
the empty lot where they held camp meetings now a highrise faint strains of songs float in the rain
My grandfather was a Southern Baptist minister, my grandmother his choir director and pianist. When I was a child they took me with them to old fashioned tent revivals.
I had a job to do. Before the congregation was exhorted to be saved, I was asked to sing a hymn. As I sang...
midnight snow
blows from black to black
through the streetlights
a handful of stones 07-13-2011