After a reading in Minneapolis today, someone opened a copy of The Third Renunciation and asked about the dedication, which reads:
I was asked, “who was Chase to you?”
One of the first theological sonnets I wrote came out of processing his death. The sonnet, every draft, was terrible. Eventually, a decade later, I realized it was because some stories can't be told in 14 lines.
“Out of My Hands” was published by Zone 3 and is that story, and also is the beginnings of The Third Renunciation.
