Black Jesus
An impulse as irresistible as in the acorn to germinate is in the soul of the prophet to speak. —Ralph Waldo Emerson. Bobby Barrow couldn’t seem to get the chicken and rice on his fork fast enough, as he shoveled it into his mouth much like he had been shoveling dirt
August 17, 2012 · 10 Comments
Who Touched My Occu-Pie?
There are, however, thousands of such crumbs scattered in the kitchen, and sometimes they get on the occupants’ shoes unnoticed.
Even a ruined pie sticks around, no matter how it looked, how it smelled, and how it tasted.
April 13, 2012
The Saddest Story
Be warned–this is the saddest story in the world.
It might put you in mind of the rabbit you had once, the one who got run over, back when you weren’t exactly still young but not yet what anyone would call an adult. You remember.
March 20, 2012 · 2 Comments
The Orris: A Cultural Journal 