Poetry

Poetry
Matthew Miller

The Woman at the Well Would Pay Any Price

The marketplace vendors admit they can’t explain God.They shrug and pocket pomegranates. Argue the flax is souring too quickly. They weave a melancholy spiritinto baskets

Poetry
Nathaniel A. Schmidt

“Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none”

After 1 Samuel 24 His beard tightly curled, black locks in ringlets,Saul’s regal forehead slumbers on bedrockat the mouth of a shepherd’s desert cavelike an

Poetry
Matt Thomas

Moriah

The name given to a mountainous region in the Book of Genesis, where the binding of Isaac byAbraham is said to have taken place For

Poetry
Jordan Hilger

Hiraeth

A wilderness road so barren and yet so full, I was far from home,too deep in the vast whiteout expanse of Yellowstone,snow-mystified Douglas-firs or legions

Poetry
Thomas Schmidt

Particle (Meta)physics

I know, I know, the universe is so big that you can’t be significant.So, let’s go small. Let two grains of sand rest in your

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Any Such Tree (Metaphysicals XIX)

How vexing to be like a tree plantedto produce sweet apples yet on whosegrafted branches crab apples grow I know it’s unlikely any other orchardhas

Poetry
Jessamyn Rains

Poems for Migration

It’s summer and the monarchs are getting ready for their migration this fall. Here are two previously published poems about Monarch Butterflies. Butterfly by Harold

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