I prayed for a poem. A worthy poem was expected. I was unworthy, unstill of spirit.

Sydney LeaAugust 22, 2023
Take the globe by her imagined corners & stretch her flat like evening against the sky ...

D.S. MartinAugust 22, 2023
Once, before children, my wife and I took a nest of fledglings to a woman ...

Ellis PurdieAugust 15, 2023
You’re there, but you’re not. You glance behind every so often, to those words you said as a kid.

Natasha BredleAugust 15, 2023
Re-enter the world, a world where, no matter how it first happened, the spark of your conception, too, was Spirit ...

Deborah J. ShoreAugust 8, 2023
The doctor's office grants no place beyond the floor's gray lines to form and color ...

Sarah ReardonAugust 1, 2023
No longer bent like weighted branches or shrivelled like apples in the bottom of a bushel basket ...

D.S. MartinJuly 25, 2023