BY THE POPESFOOT

“I do not know your sins against the gods, but surely they wouldn’t condone your destruction amid this torrent,” the older man exhaled through gritted teeth as he strained to help Sufjan out of the obsidian sarcophagus. “You have my thanks,” the younger man said meekly as he struggled to regain possession of himself. As he studied the room from behind the cramped mask he wore, he tried to take everything in and staggered, dizzily, from the overpowering light. “Slow blinks, sl

“I was quite the baby when we said goodbye,” Robin whispered reverently, as he considered the man lying in the coffin behind his own bleary eyes. You could set your calendar by him, Robin thought to himself, as he remembered Tim’s monthly visits to Robin’s family. Even still, Robin scarcely recognized the man whose formerly tanned skin now lacked all of its characteristic warmth. He needs his sunglasses. He needs his sunglasses, Robin thought with a small smile. That man had

Joyce Irene Barber was a beautiful, vibrant, funny, and caring woman – and she remained such even as she suffered from faltering health...