Everyone lives in some kind of common sense reality. We live in a world of discrimination, order, hierarchies, competence etc ...

“Seek mercy for eggs we scrambled in a youth/spent banging pots and pans together./For the telling of clumsy lies, our voices/cracking like pecans together.” Sans God, what grief can we stand together ...

In one of its scenes, young women in long, white nightgowns holding lanterns, from behind a scrim walked out of that holler ...