
Poetry
Nighthawk in Hand
Once, before children, my wifeand I took a nest of fledglingsto a woman who rehabbed wildlife.I remember the “No” that creasedher face when asked if

Once, before children, my wifeand I took a nest of fledglingsto a woman who rehabbed wildlife.I remember the “No” that creasedher face when asked if

In this episode of the poetry edition, Rose Postma interviews Ellis Purdie about his poem “Nighthawk in Hand.” Ellis earned a Master’s degree in Creative

Just one word, one schismatic word, as venerable Scott Hoezee pointed out in these pages. This time it’s not circumcision, as in Galatia, but “chastity”