Or do I mean a mourning dove, rustling in the trees? Again, the harps are quiet. Ever since her miracles stopped, the sisters have wept and wept. And when the organ starts up, groaning under vaults and beams, light catches the dust in every window. Pews begin to glisten as though they were polished steel. A dark bird warbles in the nunnery while the hagiographers nod their heads, listening intently from the eaves.
Kristina Marie Darling, a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee, has been widely published in such venues as The Colorado Review and Shenandoah, among others. She is also the author of eight chapbooks. Her awards include residencies at the Vermont Studio Center, the Centrum Foundation, and the Prairie Center of the Arts.
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