Last Friday we prayed through the night and into the dawn hours. We sang worship songs and praises, our voices getting mixed up and more beautiful, blended as they were with church choirs from all over town, shrill cries of neighbor kids drawn in by keyboard beats, bass lines, and electric light, handclaps and […]
Archive for March, 2008
The wind came pounding against the windows like an escape convict running from the cops and the rain started falling in hysterical patterns from the top of Gordon Hill down to the reservoirs of blood and malaria where the White Nile bows before crossing into Sudan. I turned the radio up in the office […]
excerpts from “listen, my passing feeling, i’m going to the river, but i’ve recently come to realize that i’m the worst missionary (of the twenty-first century)”
Published March 11th, 2008 in everyday what-what. 0 CommentsA brief rain in the morning and the sense that this will be a good day to go down to the river. I become as quiet as the bookshelves in the house of the dead judge, those shaky summer months in the Delta when no one was living there, except me and Hemingway, and […]
The small pool where these fish fattened to seemingly unnatural proportions is disconnected from the Nile. Isn’t there a story about fish eggs that are lifted by water molecules and placed in the hearts of clouds only to hatch and fall to earth with rain? Although the explanation for the existence of these […]
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