God

God

after William Carlos Williamsso much dependsupona babyGodswaddled inclothslying in a woodenmanger so much dependsupon a manGod swaddled inpain hanging on a woodencross Listen a conversation

D.A. Cooper
On September 3, 2024
The Woman at the Well Would Pay Any Price

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 issouring too quickly. They weave a melancholy spiritinto baskets full

Matthew Miller
On August 27, 2024
“Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none”

“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

Nathaniel A. Schmidt
On August 20, 2024
Moriah

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

Matt Thomas
On August 13, 2024
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

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Weight (Metaphysicals XI)

How can we stomp it out?all the rude crudesmashed glass & heartachethe grabbing stabbingfussing & fumingSledgehammers just breakfingers Unset boneswon’t heal straight Is it worthall

Poetry
Anna Redsand

Did it Hurt

did it hurtwhen the tongues offire landed on theirheadsdid itburnsinge ignite something in theirtonguesso they talked all crazy and the sound of the windroaring like

Poetry
Nathaniel A. Schmidt

Anti-Hero

After Matthew 26:52 Blood streaks splatter across moonbeamslike a pearl-string snatched from a virgin’s neck:the ear of a guard, hacked off, falling down to dustto

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Pride Be Not Death (Metaphysicals X)

Pride be not deathfor as I’vestretched to reach out from thesebrambles to cut away the vinesabout my ankles to step out on thispromontory you swell

Poetry
Patricia L. Hamilton

Sarah, Longsuffering

After Marc Chagall’s “Sarah and Abimelech” What kind of fool flings his wife to another manas if tossing a meaty shank to a drooling wolf,thinking

Poetry
D.S. Martin

The Part of the Moon (Metaphysicals IX)

I play the part of an earthboundstone   you   the part of the moon in this silent   ceaseless   standoffAs a rock   an oversized pebble I’m kicked along some

Poetry
Julie L. Moore

Harlem Sunday

Harlem Cultural Festival, 1969 As though Eve herself,in all her intricate glory,electrified once again the rib, as though her twin lungs, rumblingwith divine breath,let loose,

Poetry
D.S. Martin

Imagined Corners (Metaphysicals VII)

Take the globe by her imaginedcorners & stretch her flatlike evening against the skyBlow your trumpets angelsto stir our souls& stir bodies that have died