Author Archives: JoSelle Vanderhooft

Mary

She sits at his feet oil lamps burning low on a table after a late supper, the fading sun painting the sand a deeper purple than the Tetrarch’s riding-coat. She sits, her knees raising mountains in her robe while Martha … Continue reading

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Elise

When I was twelve you hit me in the mouth with a sock full of pennies for the theft of a sou. I remember your legs, tall and striped, Doric columns in their threadbare breeches as I crouched on the … Continue reading

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Come, Come Ye Saints

Whenever I go I see wagon trails, rutted down the back of I-15 wound like braids through sidewalks, alleys everywhere, it seems, where roads can cross and sunlight drip like molasses. They were such strange things to behold these spine-carved … Continue reading

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