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Cuth­bert the appren­tice cus­to­dian looks around the vast room in despair. Boxes, con­tain­ers, books and glass­ware are strewn across the thick oak shelves, the heavy glass cab­i­nets that had been mitered and glazed by long for­got­ten appren­tices like him, the end­lessly long wooden tables. Every­thing in this stor­age room is man­dated to be made of […]

D’s Com­mu­nion One time when I was a young man I caught the scent of the priest Through the tan­nins of the com­mu­nion wine. He smelled like my father On the morn­ing that he buried my mother. I had just mar­ried. My new wife Kept two paces behind me In the com­mu­nion line. Tak­ing the host was […]