We were surprised but not frightened when the dead came to visit. Our hopes and prayers had been answered. Their return, a gift that death was an elaborate joke, a mistake, a bad dream. At first, we knew them. Lost family members, ex-lovers, neighbors, and friends of friends made their way to our homes. The ...

The gods paint pictures in the sky each morning Creating pathetic fallacies in whipped water vapors Welcoming eyes to look upward into its feathery expanses The endless canvas of an indecisive artist trying to share existence Promising simplicity in purpose; waiting for someone to understand But we continue to stare at the ground Eyes weighed ...