- By Abby Macgregor
“I am curled into the barrel of the cannon, in the middle of the center ring on this hard-packed earth. Somewhere in the stands, my son Jonah is with his father, Kirk. And as I wait for my signal, for those two taps on the side of the barrel, I remember the look on Jonah’s face from earlier in the day.” —from “The Disaster March,” Winter 2017 (Vol. 58, Issue 4)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
One of the first that comes to mind was about drive-thru churches. You could swing up to the window and get a blessing, give confession, purchase the body and the blood. It was pretty bad, as you might have guessed. I think I thought I was being funny and absurd in my early work, but I was really just...