That One Christian Writer Girl

In a house made of cement lives my bica, her feet stuffed into compression socks and wrapped in bandages. Papayas and mangoes and...

I’m looking at her, And I remember the thoughts she shared with me after the sun had set. She looked so beautiful, she did—with moonlight...

Today, I reminisced about old times. Like the time my friend Raabe and I were at a Kroger in Bloomington, Indiana, and we treated...