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Saint Watching Over House About To Burn

Published in Prairie Fire’s special issue, ‘Living In A House On Fire’, Vol 41 No. 3. 

“My mother’s songs were meaningless to me when I was a boy. Now I understand they’re timeless parables, lessons about life, remorse, and loss. Instruments have lost their notes. We can’t dance, because we can’t hear the music. When my mood is somber, I try to purge Maman’s songs from my mind, but they seep back, and crescendo. I cover my ears, and beg them to stop, please stop.”

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