A wooden footbridge reaches over
the stream where the available sunlight is
diffuse on the Touch-me-nots.
Visitation Rites
By Brian Phipps For Emily 1. Nativity On the Feast of the Birth of the Theotokos And didn’t her arrival change all things? So long they had been standing at…
Guardian Angel
by Matthew J. Andrews Mine is a manna-spirit, a holy beingwith an apron tied around its waist,who finds me when I am aimlessand gently places my hands in the muck,…
Capillaries
by Paul Ilechko Red-faced against tendernessthe blood rush the heat rushher as distance closingher as apparition as ghostly burningwhispering his name soft links corrupt with time the fire…
Trypophobia
The kids will grow
into adolescence.
Most of the holes will be
filled by then
and the fear of them
forgotten in the twinkle of infancy.
Starving Bear
What’s it roaring, you ask.
Are we too far to hear?
Since You Looked
Which poets were called for by losing
a voice? When they had I knew
instantly my own lack, and returned
to their poems as I do a wound
After the Bees
In the deserts of mid-July
I occasionally found a light,
cold and crystalized
Stopping Spring
Ice hiding in spent shade—
while sun gropes with blind rays past rust