The secret is in the bone. Yet Kevin Catalano's debut collection, The Word Made Flesh, palpates a primal recognition that the revelation is also in its sinews: the short short stories that possess a universe of knowing, yet also exquisite frailty, working in rhythmic concert to elevate the flawed human form. A system of symbolism, a machine of metaphor, The Word Made Flesh is the bodily incarnation of transformative language.