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 […]
Read more "Weep with Me, September"We stumble, bleeding from our wounds, weak from loss. We carry damaged hearts—throbbing arrhythmias—pain, pain, and numbness, pain, numbness, numbness, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain… We run, racing our overprotective minds to safety—to darkness. We hide, we shield, we bandage, but the wounds are infected. We cannot heal ourselves. Oh Jesus, Lord of all, who […]
Read more "With His Wounds We Are Healed"Yes, He knew grief—knew him like an old enemy. From the first betrayal—all His care and attention pitched for a bite of fruit—through the latest— a kiss on the cheek, an 11-man flight, a swear word on the lips of his side-kick—His heart bled. He knew the whiplash of loss; He had stared into the […]
Read more "Well Acquainted with Grief"Give us a king like Saul—handsome and tall— to ride out before us, a king like David—charming and skilled— to conquer our enemies, a king like Solomon—winsome and shrewd— to build our wealth, we prayed. But God gave us another man with a beard who would have been lost in the crowd if He had […]
Read more "Better"Come, O gentle Light of dawn, and rest your hand upon my weary head. Come, sense the sickness in my soul and dress and tend the whole where I have bled. Spread your warmth upon my cold for You alone can mold and wake the dead. Come, and dawn from glow to blaze, and speak […]
Read more "Come, O Gentle Light of Dawn"
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