A poem by alum Henry Kearney, IV (poetry, ’08) appears at The Collagist:
Blood where it should not be is sometimes all
we know of God, how he walks bent among us
carrying his knives hidden, but only half so.
Once on a muddy river a boy pulled catfish into the boat
two at a time. His father, de-hooking and baiting,
cut his thumb on an unforgiving fin as,
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