Deep South v.2 n.3 (Spring, 1996)
Not Pentecostal
What on earth I used to think and feel Good Fridays I can't imagine. The brain, resembling pigs' lights, is electric and grows less mysterious that 2000 years' inconclusive study. Or does it? Anyway, this wood may change, but these flames aren't pentecostal. I toss another log, and smoke rolls up the chimney, the wood a metaphor that smoulders as I ask and ask, and ask, and ask damp questions.
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