Posts by Shannon McLeod

November 17, 2016 | Fiction

Three Fictions

Shannon McLeod

I sent a text to my father, telling him I saw three coyotes. My father is an admirer of the natural world. I sent another text about a nearby house that had been abandoned. I'd noticed the word “SATAN” scrawled across the front door with blue paint that morning.

January 22, 2015 | Nonfiction

My Secret Church

Shannon McLeod

In elementary school, when kids talked about being “Christian,” I thought they were talking about race. 

September 2, 2014 | Nonfiction

Your Call is Important to Us: Ballad of a Telemarketer

Shannon McLeod

“My son was murdered last year. His bride murdered him.”