Poetry

How vexing to be like a tree planted to produce sweet appls yet on whose grafted branches crab apples grow ...

This week we have two previously published poems about Monarch Butterflies. Make sure you check out the podcast where the poets talk about their poems and craft.

Check out two poems of summer you may have missed the first time they were published. Make sure you listen to the poets talk about their poems on the Refomed Journal Podcast.

You say I should revere the father who made my squint-eyed sister my enemy ...

She stands on her hill's height sure to cause sensation ...

Snow sieves over the lawn like and angel's torn eiderdown minus the comfort ...

This mountain home weathers backwards ...

There were no ropes just a net of hands to catch me ...

So many of those I've loved have paid their last debt to nature ...