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
They are not native, the Queen Anne's Lace, chicory, and birdsfoot trefoil that add so much to the country drive, as they wave back and from from the shoulder of the road.
John TerpstraOctober 5, 2021
This rain, which falls so lovingly not too hard, not too soft, on leaves and grass and on itself in puddles, should fall on my beloved sister, whose dry forests are in flame.
John TerpstraOctober 5, 2021
We say "He" without a name to speak of you, hear our own sounds echoed back from far away in the monitor's shush and fuzz.
Lisa AmplemanSeptember 28, 2021
There is a resolute black seatbelt. The thin aluminum rail clicks to a close.
Lisa AmplemanSeptember 28, 2021
This novel is a masterpiece. Its themes stick with you and it is the best thing I’ve read in a very long time. Pick it up, share it with a friend, read it with your book club, then talk together about its provocative themes over a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. It is a novel worthy of extended time.
Sara Sybesma TolsmaSeptember 23, 2021
3:00 am Christmas, and your newly divorced neighbor's trying to screw together the last wall of a doll house for the four-year-old she's finally coaxed into sleep.
Marjorie MaddoxSeptember 21, 2021
Ready to swallow the fallen, the sea swells. "The waters want me," Jonah cries, running, running, always running away.
Marjorie MaddoxSeptember 21, 2021