Hand Jive

I was reading Topographic Shifts, one of the many poems in Samiya Bashir’s Gospel, and a flash of memory hit me when I got to these lines: she must be they said corrected When I was little, my grandmother noticed that I was using my left hand a lot. This disturbed her and became somethingContinue reading “Hand Jive”

Tele-evangelists

Would you trust a tele-evangelist who laid hands on you and proclaimed you healed if his face was frozen into a grimace via plastic surgery? If reverend, pastor, bishop, etc so-and-so can’t pray away his (or her) own wrinkles…