Make a Joyful Noise

Make a Joyful Noise

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

Abigail Carroll
On December 3, 2024
November Cold

November Cold

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

Dave Warners
On November 19, 2024
5th Commandment

5th Commandment

Among the earliest of sins …

James Ryan Lee
On November 5, 2024
The Writer

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 a

Olga Dugan
On October 15, 2024
Poetry
Kate Bolt

Poems for Summer

We are taking a break at Reformed Journal this week, so here are two previously published poems that capture the essence of summer. Blackberry Blood

Poetry
Patricia L. Hamilton

Rachel, Cunning

You sayI should revere the fatherwho made my squint-eyed sister my enemy,birthing sons: chiseled-flint spearsto pierce my envious heart. I sayHe’s a trickster to rivalmy

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Glisten (Metaphysicals XVIII)

She standson her hill’s heightsure to cause sensationa cinematic windsweeps her hair backlike a declaration echoingshore to shorethough you’ve chosenher & want to makeher glistenAt

Poetry
Laurie Klein

Loaf

Snow sieves over the lawnlike an angel’s torn eiderdownminus the comfort. I’m shaking packets of Fleischmann’sover warm water. “Set the yeastaside,” the family recipe says.

Poetry
Olivia Oster

“Obnubilated”

This mountain home weathers backwardsBrown winters, white springWater fills the airWraps the greenObscures, hides, conceals, dimsHand extended disappears I once met a friend at the

Poetry
Ryan Keating

Jesus Heals a Paralytic

There were no ropesjust a net of handsto catch me in the stonehouse that held the worldwhere he sat teachingheaven to receive me. I fell

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Last Debt (Metaphysicals XVII)

So many of those I’ve lovedhave paid their last debtto nature My prayers changed nothing though I’d setmy heart on changing God Eyes heavenward I

Poetry
Steven Peterson

Summer Drums

At first, a block away, there were cornfields,the fields of Rengel’s Farm, the last ones leftin town two suburbs straight north of Chicago,fields sold then

Poetry
Haley Hodges Schmid

Known

And Adam knew his wife, who through the knowingbore Cain. You are handsy in the Uber,having known me all afternoon thoughwhat I will bear as

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Inheritance (Metaphysicals XVI)

From my mother blue eyeswatching from the fringeslike a rabbit in long grass From my father thin browsraised & veering with dreams& schemes From my

Poetry
Matthew Pullar

Vespers: After Louise Glück

Once I believed in You,still do,though belief is often evasive, often abstract,like air, which itself defies graspyet needy lungs clutch at it with the certaintythat

Poetry
Bethany Besteman

Parable of the Lost

quick breath, heart beat, clock strike: each metronometick-tocks past paths that arch like R’s bowl, backby another route, by the crook’s call home:a lost and