Who would think it January? Not the birds chatting eagerly as they zoom from branch to branch, not the tiny blue flowers, newborn among the weeds, and not I, warmed by sunshine and emboldened by the wind. Together, we savor this slice of Spring served so early in the year, the dead world stirring to […]
Read more "January 7, 2026"The color drained from the world; the shallow breaths of death moved across brown grass till nothing was left— except hope. And nobody could see it— except the birds, who carry it, beak-full by beak-full, all over the grey, the last ones who remember— nothing is really changed; life has only stepped away for a […]
Read more "Midwinter"“The Lord God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and above all beasts of the field; on your belly you shall go, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life. I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring […]
Read more "Protoevangelium"“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.” Isaiah 9:2 In the deep where sunlight cannot go— the place where whispers creep and tremors grow— we people whither in the hearts we know. We own that steeps to […]
Read more "To Those Who Walk in Darkness"Dear Readers, We are pleased to announce to you the release of our first (and, at the current rate, possibly last) chapbook. For nearly a decade, we have been working on an Easter themed chapbook. Year after year, we would write new Easter poems and store them in this dusty, online vault, talking vaguely about […]
Read more "Introducing Wintertide"In lieu of a fireplace, I warm my hands over the stove, feel the force of air shoving the cold backward. I find the crackling fire track on my phone and fill the silence with whispering embers. I strike a match, putting flame to wick, just to see the fire dance. It’s no alpine chateau, […]
Read more "In Lieu of a Fireplace"Poetry, the language cloaked in imagery— few can speak it, fewer understand the way the sound of words wrap around another meaning. For most, this forest, thick with foreign syntax, stands impenetrable as a fortress. But metaphor—what a door to wider worlds! Yes, plain English needs her voice, but, oh, my first language. . . […]
Read more "Intellectual Loneliness"Death will shake the world tonight. Darkness creeps among the trees— monsters lurking, hunting prey by the stench of our disease. You will hear the corpses fall. But do not fear. The road will go on perilously, threading deep into the woods. The clouds will overcome the moon, in wraith-like conquest of the sky, and […]
Read more "The End of the World"It is the smell of leaves and the sound of crickets and the brush of wind. . It is the sunshine, tilted like a ramp into the sky. . It is the clear, crisp edges of the world washed clean with the rain. . It is the stillness under drifting leaves calling us to rest.
Read more "September"Weep with me, September. The embers of these days burn with wakened grief— the thief came to kill, and all will not be well for a while yet. Where leaves and tears and people fell, we knelt, gaping, trembling, broken on these tokens of evil— my will and mind, lisping, your crisp, clean blue, the […]
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