March 5, 2014 / Creative Writing
In this poem by Rebecca Lauren, a granddaughter recalls a missing family member.
In this poem by Rebecca Lauren, a granddaughter recalls a missing family member.
Meredith Kunsa’s prose poem retells the memory of a Pentecostal service where her grandmother, “jabbering in a voice” she cannot understand, gives a command that both haunts Kunsa and compels her to conclude that there is no Jesus in her, that “I’m not who I think I am.”
“If you want anything, you’d better get down there now. By tonight everything will be …