Poetry “Where Is God?”my daughter asks. And I tell her to point anywhere she wants. She points at a dead worm on the…Ron RiekkiAugust 31, 2017
Poetry In the Living Room, Listening to Gregorian ChantOne sustained Alleluia kisses the psalmodic couch, the sanctified family photos, and the unstained glass window where I see a…Ron RiekkiAugust 31, 2017
Poetry A Nice Bit of WorkIf I sit on the porch and look out on the morning, It is the dust I first see on…Jack HickmanJune 30, 2017
Poetry HabitatMiles and a moment’s ease flake away – the toddler shook us awake to ask When did Jesus paint our…Peter BastJune 30, 2017
Poetry WhalingThe whale I lost in a book of water I look for with a pair of binoculars. I trawl for…L.S. KlattApril 29, 2017
Poetry Letter to Audubon from St. FrancisAs 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
Poetry Thoughts on Holbein’s Portrait of John CalvinTo you, O Lord, I offer my heart, promptly and sincerely. – John Calvin From the time I was eight…Amy NemecekFebruary 28, 2017
Poetry The DoveHere in a parking lot in February Where snow, piled through the winter, melting in thaw, Had sent a freshly…Francis FikeJanuary 4, 2017
Poetry Autumn LeavesIt seems the leaves know that they’re done with green of photosynthesis: loosing their stems from tendril grasp, they drop,…Francis FikeJanuary 4, 2017