A DARK THING
By Deon Robinson
A night sky forces light from landscape, crushed blackberries molded into geographical
silhouettes. The streetlights hover over us, each illuminating a sunset cracking from a
The front window weeping with veils of water, I put my hands together, capturing any God
I can within the valley of my naked palms.
Prayer, the art of returning to a God when you need someone to stay alive.
Or maybe it’s just me, maybe I pray to put responsibility in someone else’s clumsy, clumsy