Varieties of Communion Dear Lord, allow me to say that it’s not about hunger, thirst, or a plump vulture patient as a tombstone: the way of nature. Not the girl, more crossed than Christ, caught in the photographer’s frame, a green knot of spare grass growing around her finger. Not ekphrasis, privilege, or aperture. Not this damn image I thought I’d forgot. Oh-God, Kevin. Allow me the blind hope it wasn’t guilt that made you kill yourself. You only saw that we’ll all be as bread torn and scattered in the desert, our bones bright manna abiding the soul, the self, blessed in the shadow of a starving bird. Gregory Emilio Gregory Emilio’s poetry and essays have appeared or are forthcoming in Crab Orchard Review, Midwestern Gothic, Nashville Review, Permafrost, Pleiades, Spoon River Poetry Review, The Poet’s Billow, The Southeast Review, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. He was selected for the 2018 Best New Poets, and won F(r)iction’s 2018 summer poetry contest. He’s the Nonfiction Editor at New South, and a PhD candidate in English at Georgia State University in Atlanta.
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May 2025
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