Signal Virtue

Signal Virtue

There’s mold on Virgin Mary’s face.           She’s supposed to be glowing, not gross green. It’s rained for days and the sanctuary roof leaks so saint tears erode her face like teenage acne. I try to scrub it, pray it away with mother of grace rosary rhymes. It...
The Pier

The Pier

The Pier by Sinéad Delaney https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/The_Pier_by_Sinead_Delaney-1.mp3 He took me for a walk along the pier. The barriers I was leaning on were soaked at the bottom. I watched the water thrashing below...
You’ve Got the Lurgy

You’ve Got the Lurgy

           Every girl in junior school knows that one must never, under any circumstances, touch the door handle to the girls’ toilets. It is common knowledge that long ago a girl rubbed her fanny on it. It will forever hold ‘the lurgy’, which will be transferred from...
Soft Shadows

Soft Shadows

Soft Shadows by Adam Chabot https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/Soft-Shadows-Adam-Chabot.mp3            It’s late but Benny and I are sipping Dewar’s and celebrating Dad’s 65th birthday on the deck that overlooks the backyard....
Who Taught You?

Who Taught You?

Who Taught You? by Joel Worford https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/Who-Taught-You_-Reading-MP3.mp3             Blind dates: perfect. Skip the courting process, get right to the action. A Romantic? Some would say the opposite....
There is a Scene in Johnny Guitar

There is a Scene in Johnny Guitar

I have only seen Johnny Guitar once. Years ago, at the height of Tyler’s fondness of Joan Crawford, it was screening at an art house on Colfax that still ran film prints. There is a scene that stuck with me. I don’t remember when it happens—only that it is morning and...