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Mar 4, 20212 min read
Since You Looked
By Lawrence Wray Which poets were called for by losing a voice? When they had I knew instantly my own lack, and returned to their poems...
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Mar 2, 20211 min read
After the Bees
by Seth Jani In the deserts of mid-July I occasionally found a light, cold and crystalized, hidden away from the world in the summer...
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Mar 1, 20211 min read
Stopping Spring
by Todd C. Truffin Ice hiding in spent shade— while sun gropes with blind rays past rust and salt, shivering in gusts oblivious—hopes...
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Feb 26, 20211 min read
Patmos
by Matthew J. Andrews It is here, under the heavy blanket of silence that accompanies exile, with the body cut in patterns by the skin...
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Feb 22, 20211 min read
Say James Baldwin was right
by MEH Say James Baldwin was right and white christians only wage a dispassioned war against this nation’s original sin. hands washed in...
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Feb 16, 20211 min read
Out of the Depths
by William Ingogly At the hard line where the trees begin one darkness opens into another. The memory of fire illumines the underbrush...
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Feb 15, 20211 min read
Lady’s Thumb
by Janice L. Freytag I watch the sparrows so many this year play in the lady’s thumb weeds, flitting up to land on the pink florets,...
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Feb 12, 20211 min read
Hanging Gardens
by Paul Ilechko Curled and crumbled in upon as bee stung as lips turning from yellow beneath the variegated purples that still hold...
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Feb 10, 20212 min read
Snake Bitten
by Larry Pike Security camera footage remained unclear despite the techs’ attempts to enhance it. Did Eve hesitate before she relented...
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Feb 8, 20211 min read
Imago Dei
by Janice L. Freytag Maybe birds have their own tales of where they come from, made in the image of the Holy Hoverer who brooded and...
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Feb 5, 20211 min read
Gusty Winds May Exist
by Karen Bjork Kubin So says the sign—the warning kind— on a lonely road in New Mexico. So much may. May exist. May blow night free of...
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Feb 3, 20211 min read
St. Dympna and the Horse
by Christine Valters Paintner She escapes her father’s hungry grasp and gaze, walks days under sapphire sky, sun a squeezed out orange,...
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Feb 1, 20211 min read
Cynosure
by Seth Jani After a small certainty there is always the hunger come back up, like a prayer, from the dark body, filling the world with...
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Jan 29, 20212 min read
Psalm 18
by Mark C. Watney The heavens blazon God’s beauty And his hand-work[1] un-ravels the sky Day cries out wonders to day And night...
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Jan 27, 20212 min read
Psalm 2
by Mark C. Watney Why the folk-rage[1] ? Why the slither-schemes? And why arise the earth-kings[2] and elder-lings Against Him and...
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Jan 25, 20212 min read
Psalm 1
by Mark C. Watney Glad-gifted1 is the man who goes-not To the speaking-place of the sin-sated Who stands-not under their utterings...
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Jan 21, 20211 min read
We Can’t All Be the Fast-growing River Birch
by Ahrend Torrey Things take the time they take. Don’t worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?...
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Jan 14, 20211 min read
By Train
by Frances Koziar She waited every Friday, face as lined as the old tracks, joints creaking like the wood of her bench Some spoke to her,...
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Jan 13, 20212 min read
St. Columba and His Horse
by Christine Valters Paintner The old man hobbles down the road toward the monastery gate, rests on a roadside stone, hears clip-clopping...
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Jan 7, 20211 min read
Anastasis
by William Ingogly Wailing and sobs — a great stone grinds into place. The smell of cold stone, blood, sweat in the dark. A ticking...
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