It’s About Us

It’s About Us

It’s about us which is an empathy pronoun, replacing her and him and you and it and, praise the Lord, other.

Mark Hiskes
On March 18, 2025
Lost Sheep

Lost Sheep

Seventy-seven pounds of wool on that merino sheep who got lost
in the Outback.

Margaret DeRitter
On March 4, 2025
Table

Table

Let the sparrow take a chair at the Juneteenth table with Elijah …

Patrick T. Reardon
On February 25, 2025
You Said, Let There Be Light

You Said, Let There Be Light

You said, Let there be light, and there was light. And you saw that the light was good …

Michael Zysk
On February 4, 2025
Poetry
Mark Hiskes

It’s About Us

It’s about us which is an empathy pronoun, replacing her and him and you and it and, praise the Lord, other.

Poetry
Margaret DeRitter

Lost Sheep

Seventy-seven pounds of wool on that merino sheep who got lost
in the Outback.

Poetry
Patrick T. Reardon

Table

Let the sparrow take a chair at the Juneteenth table with Elijah …

Poetry
Michael Zysk

You Said, Let There Be Light

You said, Let there be light, and there was light. And you saw that the light was good …

Poetry
Sarah M. Wells

Jesus, Son of Gop

On the night he was supposed to be betrayed, Jesus strapped on a Glock under his cloak, just in case the breastplate of righteousness didn’t

Poetry
Andrew Lansdown

Blessed

Unnoticed except by their Maker, my wife and me–a dozen sparrows blissful at their ablutions …

Poetry
Zoie Jones

Near Death

We drove nails into His wrists, air reeking of animal remains and criminal bodies piled next to the horse trough …

Poetry
Abigail Carroll

Make a Joyful Noise

meaning click tongue when crossing the street for joy of having legs …

Poetry
Dave Warners

November Cold

Ice crusted sheets over November puddles bespeak more of the future than this cold day …

Poetry
James Ryan Lee

5th Commandment

Among the earliest of sins …

Poetry
Olga Dugan

The Writer

                  (for Siani Woodard)  I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made– Psalm 139:14 Half-court. Dad said our perch from steep bleachersallowed us

Poetry
Susan Shea

Let the Party Begin

It’s not always easyto carry good wishes and admirationin a see-through bag ready to toss up like confettihoping enough will stickto needed parts of willing