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”
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
The bud of prayer
Opens slowly
Into radiant bloom
That cups the sunshine Continue reading . . . “Elaine Gingrich: Morning Prayers”
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
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”
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”
Elaine Gingrich: Night in the Waiting Room
“And the evening and the morning were the first day.”
How will I know when you are free?
Already I have seen your smiling face
Sparkling in the sunlight through the trees, Continue reading . . . “Elaine Gingrich: Night in the Waiting Room”
Obi Martin: All That’s Not Enough
give us grace
when all that’s not enough
is more than we can find Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: All That’s Not Enough”
Sheila J. Petre: Traveling Home from Lebanon
Though he lay me down
To better rest, by tipping back my seat
There to right of him,
Mine is a guilty sleep. Continue reading . . . “Sheila J. Petre: Traveling Home from Lebanon”
