by Debra L. Freeberg What happens at the end of life to the stored treasures of knowledge and memory? To…
Debra FreebergJuly 26, 2019
for the Sons of Korah (Psalm 84) Swallows swoop across the courtyard well above the notice of those alonefacing stone…
D.S. MartinApril 12, 2019
Bright May—but Sober, somber, alone. Scored By razored circumstance. Emptied. So retreating To the soothing shade of the sweet gum…
Joe SarnowskiJanuary 1, 2019
Life is such weight! That is what you suddenly thought Lying awake in the enormous silence that isThe focus of…
Joe SarnowskiJanuary 1, 2019
Night shadows are the feast of awakenings. The outskirts of compassion, absent of spiritual thresholds. They are the counterparts without…
Roger SingerOctober 31, 2018
Disturbed waters are the evidence of youths seeking a smooth belonging; searching to square off the circle. They are dreamers…
Roger SingerOctober 31, 2018
When the kitchen table becomes a confessional and the combat with demons in the heart hears conversation turn toward tired…
Nathaniel SchmidtSeptember 1, 2018
After Camille Pissarro’s Haymaking at Éragny Pissarro clumped, sculpted, plowed his oil paints to produce this hayfield: fertile pigments…
Nathaniel SchmidtSeptember 1, 2018
