Broken
by Kenneth Godoy
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”
Inertia
by Paul Charles
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”
Isaiah 55
by Daniel Hess
Life giving Word, preceding all,
proceeding from the throne,
in outward pulsing race
of undiminished flow, Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Isaiah 55”
Marilla Hess: To the One Who Dances
To the One Who Dances
by Marilla Hess
You spin the moonlight shafting
on my soul,
That descends from limpid regions
of swaying galaxies, Continue reading . . . “Marilla Hess: To the One Who Dances”
Paul Charles: How Not to Win Friends and Influence People
How Not to Win Friends and Influence People
by Paul Charles
Don’t waste your bullets, kids
You’ve got to take shots you know you can hit
Or at least
Shots you’re reasonably sure you can hit, but really Continue reading . . . “Paul Charles: How Not to Win Friends and Influence People”
Fixed Song
by Obi Martin
I see the disparity here
and would despair of all comparison
of the Word and of men. Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Fixed Song”
Unearthed
by William Hoover
Did a dinosaur, long after the ash and dust
Had settled from the volcano, meteor, whatever—
Ever come back, dressed in unfamiliar clothes,
And taking the pick of remembrance, Continue reading . . . “William Hoover: Unearthed”
Lori Hershberger: Dusk, Doi Suthep
Dusk, Doi Suthep
Lori Hershberger
Hushed in the still gray fog of July rains
When humanity teems below in wild chatter
How many times have I seen my eastern mountain
Dream by her city.
Emmanuel
by Cheyenne Sensenig
O little town of Galilee,
A village trapped in darkest night,
A land beyond the distant sea,
We ache with you; we long for light. Continue reading . . . “Cheyenne Sensenig: Emmanuel”
William Hoover: Sonnet for the Beginning of a Volume of Poetry
Sonnet for the Beginning of a Volume of Poetry
by William Hoover
A poem is a butterfly of truth
Emerging from the chrysalis of thought,
And (as most things when in their pimpled youth)
Begins a worm, unnoticed and unsought, Continue reading . . . “William Hoover: Sonnet for the Beginning of a Volume of Poetry”