poetry

In this poem, Brad Davis attends to feelings of faith and doubt that swim through tragedy’s aftermath.

In this poem, Jendi Reiter’s narrator seeks new perspective in this “racing-away circumstance.”

I’ve drawn blood from others, in my childhood, even friends and kin— slit the heavy garment of skin or split sinus caves with the hard hammer of my fist. Very young, I cried if my sister hurt herself. Later, her hot blood slicked my hammering hand— that hurt was, more than hers, my own. And […]

Newspaper headline Somerset, PA This is the popular miracle to which we bow down, a gasp in our throats, thousands ready to weep, disbelief exhaling relief and not that dark mine of tragedy that keeps collapsing around this tunnel of a country. But there are other wonders too: untelevised, deeper down, the tap-tap-tapping left between […]

I was in love with my own ruin, in love with decay. . . . —Augustine, Confessions Our Father in heaven, hallowed be the natural man here below. Lead me in the path of pleasure. May my will be done and make of earth a heaven. Upon my instincts I meditate day and night, I study […]

In this poem, Jeffrey Johnson considers the passage of time.

It has almost stopped raining, but cloud’s still lower than our house. Abandoned shoes and burn marks show points of departure on the street, blackberries and sloes fill the hedges, waders call at night. I used to have a bookcase that opened out on hinges to reveal a secret room beyond. If there is such […]

We must disregard old favourites, learn to forget the past. It is usually found where there is not too much direct sunlight, a sudden picture that was hidden but is still included. No-one was able to write down things exactly as they happened but images are preserved with amazing sharpness. We are surprised by the […]

Shamayim Matthew 25:21 Abba has your back He traces His Name Loveletter by loveletter Vertabrae to vertabrae Where your swollen Jansport Barely fits a Concordance for Prodigals And Prodiguys who forgot their road map Back home instantly catching the New Jerusalem Syndrome through osmosis During the dedication of an altar Call from your futon A […]