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”
To Sleep
by Lynn Michael Martin
O Sleep, dark baptism to the land of sight,
your floods rise over me; I sink beneath
where nameless tendrils turn a silent wreath
under the clouds of shadow-tinctured night. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: To Sleep”
Swinging Song
Bach’s BWV 721
by Claudia Lehman
Swinging song drawn up from fathomless deeps
in stacked crystal buckets of string and chord
poured into pillared forests of sound
and leafed carpets of light Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Swinging Song”
Rebecca Weber: To Know the Truth
To Know the Truth
by Rebecca Weber
If truth be cold, as thought, I’d much prefer
To have it settle calm upon my heart
Than have it driven deep by stinging blast;
I’ll take the same degree, with smaller stir. Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: To Know the Truth”
Christine Laws: In Grace, Walking
In Grace, Walking
by Christine Laws
Green reclines between fire and ice;
I scatter grass in a stream of sun-warmed water.
My friend’s careful fingers linger, caressing greenness.
Light surprises darkened eyes; Continue reading . . . “Christine Laws: In Grace, Walking”
Conrad Martin: Universal Secret
Universal Secret
by Conrad Martin
By communion, in communion, for communion we are created, to know and be known. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Universal Secret”
Through the Rain
by Geryll Zehr
1.
The wind is pilot to the clouds
dark and bruised and beetle-browed
misty hands, each reaching out
to knot the blindfold of my doubt. Continue reading . . . “Geryll Zehr: Through the Rain”
The Leaf is available for purchase!
Friends of the Curator,
The 2019 Leaf is now published and available on our website and, for those outside of the U.S., on Amazon. Compiled and edited by Claudia Lehman, the journal includes some of the poems that we have already published on the Curator, Continue reading . . . “The Leaf is available for purchase!”
Friends,
We are excited to announce that the 2019 Leaf magazine is completed and ready for purchase! It features eighty-some pages of poetry, art, and photography, some of which is reprinted from the Curator, but most of which is published in our journal for the first time. Continue reading . . . “Leaf Magazine Announcement”
My Birth
by Conrad Martin
The Holy Mystery said:
“Let there be a spine.”
And a line
fell through time— Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: My Birth”
Elaine Gingrich: Morning Prayers
Morning Prayers
by Elaine Gingrich, July 4, 2018
The bud of prayer
Opens slowly
Into radiant bloom
That cups the sunshine Continue reading . . . “Elaine Gingrich: Morning Prayers”
Plenty
by Phoebe Anthus
These days
the common honesty of tomorrow
rubs noticeably.
The wind is full of thoughts that thump Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: Plenty”
Kayla Eby: This Is a Marvel Under the Lord’s Sun
This is a marvel under the Lord’s sun:
by Kayla Eby
The writing of poetry is a
free thing. And
not yet claimed by the laws of
Predictability Continue reading . . . “Kayla Eby: This Is a Marvel Under the Lord’s Sun”
Our Birth
by Conrad Martin
This is the way the world begins.
This is the way the world begins.
In a blessing of darkness,
blackness heavy as memory dreaming beneath warm seas, Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Our Birth”