“... i swallow a queen bee before i approach the altar and tell myself next week will be different
i pull my collar higher to cover the 
thorns, apple-red bites growing out of my neck
The Priest cries power into gold filigree and performs a miracle
the bell rings to tell us something has happened here...”

        Matthew Bettencourt

“...hell forever

reinvents itself...”

        Naomi Rhema Edwards