The Angel’s Visitation

by Corey Mesler Read author interview June 15, 2008

I was reading Flaubert when the angel spoke to me. He was small like a worry stone. His head was a wee flashlight. I put the book aside. The angel spoke in a dialect I could not understand. After listening for a few minutes I could only shrug in my ignorance. He didn’t stop talking, his little light bobbing like a train’s. Finally I went back to Flaubert. Then the angel settled down and went to sleep in the ashtray. When I went to bed that night he was still there. I said a small prayer for his safety and went to sleep readily enough. My dreams, though, were filled with mad concupiscence and violent light storms. When I woke the angel was gone and my head felt chock-full of cotton candy. I only mention this because when you called I could not make speech, my voice suddenly angelic. To you it only sounded like silence. To you it was only silence.

About the Author:

Corey Mesler has published in numerous journals and anthologies. His novel Talk: A Novel in Dialogue was released in 2002. His second novel, We Are Billion-Year-Old Carbon, came out in January 2006. He has also published numerous chapbooks and one full-length poetry collection, Some Identity Problems. He has been nominated for a Pushcart numerous times, and one of his poems was chosen for Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac. With his wife, he runs Burke's Book Store in Memphis, TN. He can be found at

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