Thomas Elson

The Day God Disappeared   “You can pretend you talk to Him But He ain’t here He’s gone.” You’re here. The day sunny and windless – rare during the winter. Carrion birds stalk lower and lower, suddenly sail up, then

by Thomas Elson             I had driven through the bleached and battered downtown. Across the railroad tracks – once six tracks wide, now two, then the highway – once two-lanes, now four, and entered a neighborhood unseen in over fifty years. The town’s familiar acrid and mossy odors crept through the car vent. Not much […]