Conrad Martin: One Blade of Grass
One blade of grass.
One stem,
one leaf. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: One Blade of Grass”
tall steel ladies
dance across the prairies
lifting lines
charged Continue reading . . . “Michelle Martin: Power Lines”
Lynn Michael Martin: Reepicheep
Reepicheep
by Lynn Michael Martin
Far on this widely foaming sea I sail
And cut across these endless dancing waves;
Adventures I have met, too great for tale,
Too long to fit a thousand measured staves. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Reepicheep”
Smother me, Lord.
Let the hard harness of darkness,
drawn from far away,
be mine. Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: Smother Me”
(This breathless stillness—
I must, I will break free!)
Now lucent to my eye
the purple light of glory Continue reading . . . “Grace Weaver: At Midnight”
A piece of star has fallen here,
I think. We rimmed it round with stones
and fed it trees. Oh, how it burns—
what passion in those frenzied golden wings Continue reading . . . “Claudia Esh: The Bonfire”
Kenneth Godoy: The Road to Sinjar
The road runs parallel to the stricken earth;
it’s a strip the stars forgot;
they fled with those that survived Sinjar. The hatred of the sun bakes this land where women were Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: The Road to Sinjar”
Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills
I wandered through a land of silent hills.
(The land is lost—nor where, nor name, nor why)
A grass-blown emptiness of wind-soft silences—
An endless prairie swept into an endless sky. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills”
Raise me free like summer breezes
wrenched from off the lawn.
Lift me like evaporation
break me like the dawn. Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Morning Poem”
In these forests,
the fern fields
flow onward in green waves.
You step carefully, Continue reading . . . “Julie Atkinson: Fern Poem”
Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder
A Child of Wonder
by Gloria Kurtz
A child of wonder, here I stand, my Lord,
Inside a pink-rimmed dawning sky of light.
Assign my feet an unfamiliar way,
Not gratifying to my coddled sight. Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder”