Deborama’s Books and Writing — This Poem Needs A Name

Crumpled napkin with something just barely legible in black finepoint marker.

Back in 2012, on the evening of Pentecost Sunday, and the night before Memorial Day, my church burned down. This was a Methodist Church in South Minneapolis, named after a timber baron who provided a large donation to build it in 1910. The congregation dated back to 1886. I joined it in 1985, after first connecting in order to volunteer to work with the Central American Refugee Sanctuary Project…