The Adirondack Review
Mary Magdalene


Down the hill, through the alley,
left then right, my love. Pass the crying

women in shrouds. Let your friends have
their gospels. Leave Judas to his knots.

Tonight, we will make our heaven,
though the stars have turned their backs on us,

though the air is crowded with howling.
I have room for all of your questions.

A bottle of wine, plate of dry bread
and me on the table or under it,

against the night or under it.
Mourning can wait until sunrise.













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SAEED JONES received his BA in English from Western Kentucky University. He is currently pursuing a MFA at Rutgers-Newark. His work has appeared in StorySouth, Barnwood, Umbrella, and Pomegranate among others. Feel free to check out his blog at calamityjones.wordpress.com.
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems