Poetry

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Release (Metaphysicals XV)

If when the end has ended & allthat’s been running down begins to rewinduntil each beginning has once more begunimaginethe mountains grown taller more jaggedthe

Poetry
Cody Adams

Be Killing Sin

I was 7 and riding the school bus hometo the trailer we lived in back then.My chubby, right cheek was pressed against the cool glass window when a

Poetry
Scott Schuleit

A Shout

From the falling formof an intricate vase,water was freed,each flowing cluster and dropa complexity of light,color and motionspilling excitedly through the airamidst one vivid yellow

Poetry
D.R. James

I Don’t Know the Biochemistry of a Hummingbird

I can only wonderat this blurredwhir of evidence, cloudedin the blue fanof a thousandwings. I wantto feeltheir million beatsper second on my beardand lashes,reelfrom each

Poetry
Lynn Domina

Above the Tree Line

When God wanted to speak,God’s mountain goat jawbone locked shut,so God leapt silentlyrock to rock, appearing at timesto sidle up a sheer vertical cliff. A

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Love Like An Ocean (Metaphysicals XIV)

Batter my boat Wide-spread Watermake your breakers shake my hull& threaten to capsize me Pushmy bow & blow me back attack me broadside with yourwhipping

Poetry
Josiah A. R. Cox

Everything that Rises

1. Everything that rises must converge;or rocket in reverse. I ruminate, lifting fallen coleslaw.By this very retrieval I learn an equal, alternative law:All that descends

Poetry
D.S. Martin

The World’s Last Night (Metaphysicals XIII)

If tonight were the world’s last nightmight I spend it striking the anvilof rhetoric to prod wanderers tobecome insiders?Might I pester God to open hisdoors

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Sparrow (Metaphysicals XII)

Obscurely yet surely backyard birdssimple & further from corruption withthe wonder of wings call us to praise A sparrow caught & fluttering in themechanism of

Poetry
Paul J. Willis

Oversight

This morning, two scrub jays in a scrub oaklook out over the canyon. The oak is dead,enlivened only by gray-green lichencoating the remnants of its

Poetry
Eric Potter

A Crown of Sonnets for Advent

Like all of us who carry hidden pain,he soberly performed his task that day.When his turn came to sacrifice and prayhe did not celebrate, did

Poetry
Lory Widmer Hess

Announcement

An anxious mind is paralyzed by choice.The angel doesn’t offer choice, but birth —springing the snare of virtue versus vice. Her eyes fixed on her