Poetry Clare of AssisiShe'd tell us "our bodies are not made of stone" so treat them like flesh.Renee EmersonJuly 27, 2021
Poetry Sacred IncipienceThen I saw the tree—dead, fallen years before, limbs snapped raw like broken bones, its trunk a shroud-less corpse still teeming with life.Mark HiskesJuly 20, 2021
Poetry E Pluribus UnumI measure, saw, drill, and rummage for more scrap wood, the garage air redolent with the sudden grace of Christmas tree, the gift of century-old spruce when cut.Mark HiskesJuly 20, 2021
Poetry JeremiahGod touches my mouth and promises, "I'll give you words and fill your head with wisdom. I'll never desert you."Janet Ruth HellerJuly 13, 2021
Poetry The Road Not Always A Straight LineI drive into the plains when the moon is full.Diane GlancyJuly 6, 2021
Poetry The Woodchoppers’ BallThe beasts walk single file, saying hallelujah, eating bones.Diane GlancyJuly 6, 2021
Poetry How To Meet This Difficult DayToday the prayer is words I can't yet find, words that flit away like spring juncos, like chickadees.Rosemerry Wahtola TrommerJune 29, 2021
Poetry Suggestion for a DayAnd if we speak at all, let's speak in mountain, speak in field ...Rosemerry Wahtola TrommerJune 29, 2021