A sermon by Rod Benson Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a …
We haunt our aisles
wheeled sardines purr disgorging economic units sale ends Sunday registers quiver bags take their silent prey and halls of mirrors groan coins rest in a dampened palm beneath her fingernails gold coffee grit bearing the price of suburban peace and absent joy we haunt our aisles © 2014 Rod Benson
