But if God were gentle, here's what would become us: bluest sky, the sun-warmed porch, both beholding a glorious afternoon ...
D.R. JamesNovember 2, 2021
Love assumes the best and that’s why despite what critics might say, I read Kwon and Thomspon’s words as a tough-love letter to an audience that they seek to walk with and not away from.
Christina EdmondsonOctober 20, 2021
We praise the beautiful, the lovely, the kind. We love those who love us back, that which pays homage to our place in the universe.
Jo TaylorOctober 19, 2021
The upright scrawl of leaf cleaving last to the fig tree I mistake each daybreak for the bird-messenger, the one which I am sure will come flare the mouth of morning.
Laura Reece HoganOctober 12, 2021
Orbits have pulled us to this moment. Blessed are you who call me out of darkness to feed me low-hanging light, waxed amber and plump.
Laura Reece HoganOctober 12, 2021