Advent XI
by Kenneth Godoy
Holy mother
pregnant, silent. Who is it
turns within your womb? Continue reading . . . “Advent XI”
Advent X
by Conrad Martin
Lord of Heaven,
I thought I was afraid You’d come
cold and commanding,
but now I know I fear yet more You’ll come Continue reading . . . “Advent X”
Advent IX
by Phoebe Anthus
As ceaseless as the wind whistling through the wire,
day unto day we’ve poured out speech,
wells of words taking the wings of the morning.
We have strained our necks with Continue reading . . . “Advent IX”
Advent VIII
by Obi Martin
From the Empire of the Yellow River, 937 B.C.
Old sky, how high you lie
up there, in your complacency
your faceless dome
your eyeless spread Continue reading . . . “Advent VIII”
Advent VII
by Lynn Michael Martin
I meditated on the wrath of kings,
the right of sovereigns, that they own all power
and seize their glory, that their passions tower
to fall on us in vengeful thunderings. Continue reading . . . “Advent VII”
Advent VI
by Kyle Lehman
You pull the cloth around her shoulders, hold her hand.
And turn your eyes from all that you would understand. Continue reading . . . “Advent VI”
Advent V
by Claudia Lehman
Maidservant of the world, you brought to us,
the gnawing drought-burned masses, bread and wine
in peasant pottery. You sang one bird-like poem
in the innocence of beginning: sweet bright lines, Continue reading . . . “Advent V”
Advent IV
by Lynn Martin
Blow, wind, with bleak December’s driving snow
with rousing blasts that tighten up these walls,
and sing the song you moaned so long ago
through Bethlehem and Herod’s stony halls. Continue reading . . . “Advent IV”
Advent III
by Kenneth Godoy
Most holy Mother,
blessed of Father. Swelling
in your bosom dwells the son of God. Continue reading . . . “Advent III”
Advent II
by Conrad Martin
Then let them sing of the gods of the hero age—
the strong gods, wielding calamity.
Tall gods, knee-deep in cunning,
waist-high in wisdom, glowing with force, Continue reading . . . “Advent II”
Dear readers, blessings to you on this first day of the season of Advent! We are planning to publish a poem every day from now until Christmas Eve, in remembrance of our Lord’s coming and in expectation of his return. As always, we welcome your own contributions.
Advent I
by Phoebe Anthus
The stars were strewn as freckles,
restless as the wriggled mass,
the night you came. Continue reading . . . “Advent I”
Funeral Home
by Daniel Hess
A fitting place, this
wood-between-the-worlds,
to say good-bye to friends,
fold the memories—both Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Funeral Home”
Kayla Eby: The Chemistry of Nature
The Chemistry of Nature
by Kayla Eby
The lamp cast soft orbs
of light on the worn carpet.
Across from me, my cousin
patiently tries to explain Continue reading . . . “Kayla Eby: The Chemistry of Nature”
Hope
by Cherie Horst
It is the first of June.
There, you see it—tall, mint-coloured spikes
carrying well the swelling buds—
that’s what I brought you to see. Continue reading . . . “Cherie Horst: Hope”
Synapse
to the Apparition of Emily Dickinson
by Conrad Martin
Going coldly mute
I must absolutely
your cold mind
a mutual violence Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Synapse”
The Waiting
by Kyle Lehman
When twilight fell and all was hushed
I left you to God’s keeping,
And wandered back a lonely road
While all the stars were weeping. Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: The Waiting”
Hi readers!
This is just a reminder that we will be meeting on Saturday from 6-8 pm at the Midtown Scholar Bookstore for our next poetry reading. You can find the Midtown Scholar at 1302 N 3rd St, Harrisburg, PA. We hope to see you there. Continue reading . . . “Poetry Reading on Saturday!”
Logic
by Phoebe Anthus
Seconds of infinity hurl here,
as we brush away the dust
and try to dismiss each experience
by naming it, Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: Logic”
Daniel Hess: Working with Daddy
Working with Daddy
by Daniel Hess
The rake is much too big, the handle long
He wields it awkwardly, my son,
if he were not, we might by now be done,
cause I’d have quickly stopped the wrong Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Working with Daddy”
Unspoken
by Geryll Zehr
Stars promenade through the pathways of space
lighting the visions we claim to embrace
assertions of purpose and ordinance
intentions of actual significance Continue reading . . . “Geryll Zehr: Unspoken”