“Thick with the unseen,
the autumn air quivers
with angels.”
Category: poetry
One Handful with Tranquility
by Laura Reece Hogan The time of April ticks onward outside, on the hills, in the chaparral,under sagebrush, an awakening from the ashes and the barren ache. The swallows return,…
Still Have Anger Issues with the Past
I dreamt my old boss into being.
Twenty years invisible, & here she came,
her unimpassioned face, stone jaw,
tone flat as if mediating some dispute.
The Tilling of Dorothy Day
by Laura Reese Hogan Her swollen hands red in peeling service, dutifully broomingthe floor beneath his feet, beneath his spitting, his foul words, yellowed eyes, beneath his stench and snaking…
Descended into Hell
Skull well-bruised and numb,
near delirium
I choke and praise the Lord.
Lydia’s Song
“it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear
just sing and knead and roll and press
my purple pleasure”
Ode to Meditation
“I welcome you in.
Ban the banter.”