window

In this poem, D. S. Martin finds that a word is worth a thousand pictures.

Marci Rae Johnson, in “Desk, with Window Frame and Heaven,” offers a sketch of a private room, an unopened window, a sad Jesus on a simple crucifix, and the billowing of both clouds and desire to open and be opened, to see more than “the words behind [our] eyes.”

In this poem, Marjorie Maddox considers the potential for salvation in catastrophe when we open our eyes to change.

That towheaded boy sat In his overalls There in a circle With the others Reading from a primer And the others Would raise their hands And get up from their Little chairs there In that circle And go to the teacher And point at a word And the teacher Would quietly Say the word And […]