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...
Flying

Flying

Flying by Maggie Swofford https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Maggie-Swofford.mp3 I. It’s normal to see only darkness when you look out an airplane window on a winter evening. It’s normal to think about pulling away and...
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...