Shannon Blank: This Is Pressure, Not Erasure
This thing I have not in my mind
but body
and not a thing but place I have
here knotted uptight oddly. Continue reading . . . “Shannon Blank: This Is Pressure, Not Erasure”
I’m waiting for the moon to top the trees.
I can’t abandon her just yet, so please
let me remain here with the whippoorwills.
The moonlight mesmerizes. Continue reading . . . “Grace Hertzler: Captivated”
Watchman what of the night?
Watchman what of . . .
Watchman what?
Watchman . . . Continue reading . . . “Josiah Peachey: Watchman”
I’m leaning, once again determinist
Digesting, once again a pot-luck meal
Maybe luck has missed or, doubly,
Demigods have doomed my paper plated will Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Pot-luck”
Last night I read scripture to the waters
feeling the sounds of open vowels with my mouth
and sunfish came in on hooks of children’s
delight, to lie by my side and die. Continue reading . . . “Lily Eby: Sunfish”
The Kingdom of Heaven crept up on me one day
when I wasn’t looking.
It started like a weed,
frantically plucked out— Continue reading . . . “Jeremy Troyer: Caught”
Richard Stoltzfoos: Midnight: Gymaek’s Forest
In blackness, amber owl takes to its flight,
Scanning, with listless eye, for obscure prey,
Victim searched for by vixen near away;
For vole and vixen, sure to meet upon that night Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Midnight: Gymaek’s Forest”
The school yard, which one moment last,
buzzed with a reckless charm,
now silenced almost to breath,
swells holy Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: To Danae”
Grace Hertzler: First Impressions
This evening, I reflect with strange and gnawing sadness,
and long to kick those sticky things called first impressions,
far off the gravelly road that we traverse.
They cling to the tramping soles of my companion, Continue reading . . . “Grace Hertzler: First Impressions”
Yolanda Lichty: Blind to Light
We’ve played the game
So long we do not know its name—
Reverted eyes downcast
From all the souls still walking past Continue reading . . . “Yolanda Lichty: Blind to Light”
Shannon Blank: Shout! The Heralds
Shout! The heralds
have offered up a pall
not at all, not at all.
Lighter! Lighter! Continue reading . . . “Shannon Blank: Shout! The Heralds”
Lynn Michael Martin: I See Your Face
I see your face in every face I see,
for when you left me, you left me no more
than hopes unsure, that when these glimpses flee,
they will not leave my yearning senses poor Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: I See Your Face”
Yolanda Lichty: One End of Day
the Sun spreads all her colours
before the coming Sea of azure gray,
and sinks away into another day. Continue reading . . . “Yolanda Lichty: One End of Day”
Josiah Peachey: Thoughts of Dust
The mind ascends in flights
of raptured aspiration yet
all speech stumbles over teeth,
tongue, lips, breath-stuttered Continue reading . . . “Josiah Peachey: Thoughts of Dust”
Conrad Martin: Why We Are Silent
I followed the sun away one night.
The day was pressing inside my throat,
and I could not stay—
I followed the sun away. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Why We Are Silent”
My Love, my Lord, I sought Him at His tomb
who from the first of days had woven all with song
then rested good the world-week, till gloom
Into the garden-glory wrecked we wrong. Continue reading . . . “Josiah Peachey: Easter Time”
Does it hurt to be raised from the dead,
I asked him,
is it like frostbitten fingers
plunged into water, Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Resurrection”
They say: “Life has fluttered from the killdeer’s egg.”
I say: “I see gravel and eggshell, crushed.”
They say: “There is an empty tomb.” Continue reading . . . “Karl Zimmerman: Killdeer”
Emily J. Gingrich: The Lord Is Risen!
I wish I could have been there
To hear the heart-stopping sound
Of stone on stone,
Victorious grinding. Continue reading . . . “Emily J. Gingrich: The Lord Is Risen!”
