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Rose Postma

Podcast

“Snow and Aspergillum” by Paul Hooker

In this episode of the Poetry Edition, Rose Postma interviews Paul Hooker about his poem "Snow and Aspergillum." Paul, a retired pastor and former Associate Dean of Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, has authored two volumes of reflections and poetry, “Days and Times: Poems from the Liturgy of Living” and The Hole in the Heart of God: Stories of Creation and Redemption
Rose Postma
July 12, 2022
Podcast

“Bioluminescence” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

In this episode of the Poetry Edition of the Reformed Journal Podcast, Rose Postma interviews Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer about her poem "Bioluminescence." Rosemerry has been publishing her poetry daily on her website A Hundred Falling Veils for the last 10+ years, and is a co-host of the podcast Emerging Form.
Rose Postma
June 14, 2022
Podcast

“Perennial” by Dave Schelhaas

In this inaugural episode of the Poetry Edition of the Reformed Journal Podcast, Rose Postma interviews Dave Schelhaas about the origins of his poem "Perennial," which was celebrated in the poetry anthology "Final Exam: Poems About Teachers and Their Students."
Rose Postma
June 7, 2022
Poetry

Poetry by Rose Postma

MAY/JUNE 2014: POETRY by Rose Postma The Apostle Peter Contemplates Logical Fallacies Somewhere in Northwest Iowa, a Silver Laced Wyandotte grips the gray-cracked wood of a fence post with his claws. He puffs his feathers in the black-cold, shakes his matched set of comb and wattles once, draws in breath to expel through the syrinx, and crows. The sun rises. Post hoc ergo propter hoc: the sun is not controlled by the cock, but it could be—the way a question…
Rose Postma
May 1, 2014
Poetry

Counter Narrative

by Rose Postma In the seven days it took Utnapishtim's hired craftsmen to build his reed-stitched boat, Noah must have wandered over late at night to check his competition out: examining mortise and tenon, measuring the span of the joists, wishing he had more help than three elderly sons. Did sweat salt Utnapishtim's eyes as he helped his men ache the craft over a road of poles, down to the still-smooth Euphrates, or was it just the first drops of…
Rose Postma
January 1, 2014
Poetry

Creation as an Almond Tree in Abraham Kuyper’s Orchard

JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2014: POETRY by Rose Postma The leaves, which are not leaves, are silverfish, which are not fish at all but wingless insects: translucent as uterine vellum, antennae always craving flight, exodus. Some sloughed by wind as finger nail clippings or dried skin cells to the floor, destined for the garbage can. The remnant is clinging to the gray-bark trunk, to the branches and the peach tree suckers growing below the grafting line, not clinging, grasping. Held, bound, always feeling…
Rose Postma
January 1, 2014