Frog Hunt
by Lori Hershberger
The night sky cups the world
We are 7, and then 8, and then 9 searching
Like small boats in a foggy harbor
Scattered and seeking Continue reading . . . “Lori Hershberger: Frog Hunt”
Roger Biehn: A Catechization of Locusts
A Catechization of Locusts
by Roger Biehn
What his fellows have said
he will repeat;
he knows
what all the locusts know, Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: A Catechization of Locusts”
Obi Martin: Gather Round the Kitchen
Gather Round the Kitchen
By Obi Martin
Gather round the kitchen
And watch the pages fly.
I’m reading on the stovetop Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Gather Round the Kitchen”
Recognition
by Rebecca Weber
How many times, like Mary, have I looked
My Master in the face, and did not know
It was the Lord? Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: Recognition”
Fairy Ring
by Claudia Martin
I once draped blankets from the peach trees
And scared away the birds who thieved our cherries.
I carved my name into a slender, silver trunk Continue reading . . . “Claudia Martin: Fairy Ring”
Rebecca Weber: Seed of a Dream
Seed of a Dream
by Rebecca Weber
It was not really this we dreamed of, long
Ago, though at that time we thought it was.
But how could we have dreamed the hidden laws Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: Seed of a Dream”
Lynn Michael Martin: Outside My Window
Outside My Window
by Lynn Michael Martin
Outside my window falls the autumn rain,
each drop as dark as night and rich with light;
the sky spills winter on the grass tonight Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Outside My Window”
Morning Song
by Jeremy Troyer
Stretch out the bridge of morning in five keys,
Tighten each string
So that at each soft ray of daylight it can ring, Continue reading . . . “Jeremy Troyer: Morning Song”
Young Love
by Phillip Lewis
In the merry month of May
they wove a house akin
to the one that’s built of dreams, but they Continue reading . . . “Phillip Lewis: Young Love”
The Jester: Thoughts on Jung, Ideas, and Responsibility
Thoughts on Jung, Ideas, and Responsibility
by The Jester
I’ve just made the rather surprising decision to retract my last article and I’m going to try to explain why I did that. I’m in favor of ideas. Continue reading . . . “The Jester: Thoughts on Jung, Ideas, and Responsibility”
Helen Miller: There’s a Valley Full of Sleepers
There’s a Valley Full of Sleepers
by Helen Miller
There’s a valley full of sleepers
Some say got stuck in the past,
Where there’s seven kinds of buggies,
Times seven kinds of fasts. Continue reading . . . “Helen Miller: There’s a Valley Full of Sleepers”
The Ice Storm
by Roger Biehn
Spring is slow to come; from the south bearing
More winter moves the Colorado low
Casting ice pellets, freezing rain below
On the dreading neighborhoods, not caring Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: The Ice Storm”
Triumph
by Richard Stoltzfoos
Black
I lay a slender sword against his chest;
Against his lips a liquid black I press.
He never cowers, but—receives the draught. Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Triumph”
Temple Court
by Anita Yoder
A stream of lament
Threads its line down
The curtain of the year.
An unraveling anthem Continue reading . . . “Anita Yoder: Temple Court”
Sheri Yutzy: Plant a Garden Over Me
Plant a Garden Over Me
by Sheri Yutzy
When I die, plant a garden over me.
Let moss curl round my edges
carrot tops spurt like laughter
let me be food for the earth. Continue reading . . . “Sheri Yutzy: Plant a Garden Over Me”
An Empty
by Daniel Hess
An empty, leather glove reclining there
holds well the shape, a hollow hand encased
in-girds the grip, which, pulseless, on its pair Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: An Empty”
Rebecca Weber: Lady of the Rain
Lady of the Rain
By Rebecca Weber
The lady of the rain walks the horizon
Back-lit by evening’s glow
Trailing fragrant dripping skirts
Along the wide lawn of forest and field— Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: Lady of the Rain”
Hermann Miller: I Led My Love to This Cold-Echoed Tomb
I Led My Love to This Cold-Echoed Tomb
By Hermann Miller
I led my love to this cold-echoed tomb
And rolls of doom following soon upon
Each door fast drawn behind rolled and were gone
To mould the wall’s unbroken pool of gloom. Continue reading . . . “Hermann Miller: I Led My Love to This Cold-Echoed Tomb”
Cornstalks
by Jeff Gundy
Every end is a beginning. When everything seems lost,
Bald cypress finally plucked clean, empty bottle
Tossed in the weeds, muddy water escaping
Under the bridge, the deep hum and stir continue. Continue reading . . . “Jeff Gundy: Cornstalks”
Phoebe Anthus: What Mind-Hands Hold
What Mind-Hands Hold
by Phoebe Anthus
There is this something in us all that wants to feel different, wants to feel better than the hodgepodge of thoughtless humanity crowded around us on all sides. We want to feel that we are original, important and altogether a “somebody.” And so, as the light of God’s goodness Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: What Mind-Hands Hold”