by Peter Grandbois In the end, there is mostly exhaustion, And wine like blood in this webbing dusk, The scavenger wind playing its fearful song. It’s not too late to…
Author: Angela Doll
Hidden Life in Nazareth, by Ivonka Demchuk
by Jenna K. Funkhouser An east wind, she might have thought as she splayed the wooden beams and divided their garments Brushed aside the hammer and…
To Arrive Where I Started
by Bethany Getz When my twin brother Nathan and I were eight, he asked my parents if he could play recreational soccer. After the first practice, he asked where were…
Go Out and Play
by Russell Rowland To the diffident little boy who is my soul:white birches hold out their limbs to you,black flies can hardly wait—it’s all good—go. Put on your worldly shoes….
The Heart and What We Mean by It
by Jody Collins Securely tabled, the bodyawaits a scalpel ready tomove in. Sure-handed surgeon,knowing aorta versus vein,cavity vis-à-vis chamber,approaches life-savinginfinitesimally. He leaves the stories just below,housed within the heart’s memoryas…
Wilderness State Park Epistle
by Ken Meisel Because the winterberry’s knuckles have glowing red berries on them,& also small corsages of green leaves pinned like wings to fingers, & the gnarled shore oaks shiver…
In The Presence Of So Much Water, Hagar Tries To Remember Thirst
by Rebekah Denison Hewitt Genesis 21:19 Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the…
