P.S. Dean is a Mississippi native who lives with his wife in New Orleans. He received an MFA in Poetry from the University of Mississippi in May of 2013 and is currently at work on his first book.
I played the boy Christ
who received royal gifts
from three magi. I posed
as the son of a shepherd,
quaking in angelic spotlight.
The cold air cradled me.
I waited for the
I watched a man pretending
to be Christ stagger up the aisle
with a two by four on his shoulder.
Two soldiers with Roman plumes
flanked him, ready to slap
his back with
And the first muck of morning light, the old man wakes
his daughter’s son from a half-dream of scales and ice,
their johnboat drifting through the reeds. The boy fumbles
with the