my daughter asks. And I tell her to point anywhere she wants. She points at a dead worm on the…
Ron RiekkiAugust 31, 2017
If I sit on the porch and look out on the morning, It is the dust I first see on…
Jack HickmanJune 30, 2017
Miles and a moment’s ease flake away – the toddler shook us awake to ask When did Jesus paint our…
Peter BastJune 30, 2017
The whale I lost in a book of water I look for with a pair of binoculars. I trawl for…
L.S. KlattApril 29, 2017
As you read these words, I lie lynx-like. I lie lynx-like in prairie sage, in a phase of abstinence. The…
L.S. KlattApril 29, 2017
To you, O Lord, I offer my heart, promptly and sincerely. – John Calvin From the time I was eight…
Amy NemecekFebruary 28, 2017
Here in a parking lot in February Where snow, piled through the winter, melting in thaw, Had sent a freshly…
Francis FikeJanuary 4, 2017
It seems the leaves know that they’re done with green of photosynthesis: loosing their stems from tendril grasp, they drop,…
Francis FikeJanuary 4, 2017
