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 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
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
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
By communion, in communion, for communion we are created, to know and be known. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Universal Secret”
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!
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!”
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
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”
Elaine Gingrich: After Many Anniversaries
She eyed him, dumb, as if she had not heard
How he had fought for honour modestly Continue reading . . . “Elaine Gingrich: After Many Anniversaries”
In 100 Cambridge, time moves around me
when I talk to the voice of my mother.
The sun is flat through the slate on the city.
The smoke rises from chimneys so golden Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: Broken”
After the party
The die-hards among us
Accidentally rendezvoused at the gas station mini market
We stood there between our cars Continue reading . . . “Paul Charles: Inertia”
Life giving Word, preceding all,
proceeding from the throne,
in outward pulsing race
of undiminished flow, Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Isaiah 55”
