“Deal of the Week” is an updated take on the horoscope column. Bad advice, worse poetry, every Monday.
Waking up in the middle of a nightmare praying somewhere close to whatever happened yesterday afternoon there is a child, a fire in the belly of sky mother almighty descending from the stars. The end is near and everywhere; the child knows this and flees to develop somewhere remote. It doesn’t know about perfection, about the lives already lived and the noble deaths that brought the child to the knees of the god, to the hill over looking the orchard as he practices gratitude.
