by Lisa Levy
A Pentecost revival song.
by Ray Hsu
“We just put it into a drawer, because we had enough to deal with.”
by Miriam Bird Greenberg
“The reeds we used to make our first bed bent easily…”
by Eileen Myles
“People were getting auctioned up on stage but I didn’t see anything I wanted nor did I think I should be for sale.”
by Adam Moorad
A cut-up/erasure of the Buddha’s Fire Sermon.
by Miriam Bird Greenberg
For the winter solstice, the gods go betting.
by Rebecca Katherine Hirsch
The ambivalent state of the acolyte.
by Ashley Makar
How’s a girl supposed to go about mourning in a world like this?
by Nathan Schneider
They’re not who you’d usually expect to meet at a monastery.
by Mark Dow
The art of making sounds one doesn’t understand.
by Sue Russell
A Jewish chorist tries to harmonize with the Gospel of John.
by Bia Lowe
A prayer before meals—those we eat, and those we are.
by Scott Korb
On Friday nights, God likes to watch.
by Rick Moody
A tempest-tossed excerpt from Killing the Buddha: A Heretic’s Bible.
by Rob Breznsy
How do you get God’s attention? Try sweet talking his girlfriend.
by Paula Elsloo
Of grumbling shepherds, forgotten fig leaves and God’s dirty veins.
