A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky. She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder...

tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it’s the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think...

(…) I let go, crying and unable to stop because God was such a dirty crook, contemptible skunk, that’s what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies,...