Articles

Illumination by Meg Freer

The clouds sing woodsong in distant hills, discuss secrets of ancient water, divine the future, interpret wondrous pearl-light, a radiance that transfigures vision into Love, lets o...

Forgetting to Remember by Linda McCullough

The backyard whited overnight, now raindrops clink – dawn wants it worded: crinkle – on the air conditioner a fugacious summer left to rust there in the sunroom window. So much water we...

Of Whom by Kirk Jordan

This is a tribute that I wrote to my mother, Ellie Marie Jordan (4/23/1938-12/3/2009).I shared it with her many times before her death, then read it at her funeral. I am the son of Tita...

Autumn Ashes by Joshua T. Baylis

In the autumn the fires burnFor the life in the leaves drains awayTill they each, one by one, slowly turnTo the colour of flame and are shedOnce extinguished, like ash, to decayWhere they lay...

Open Invitation by Charissa Sylvia

You’ll pay with steps you were going to take —but a holy momentanointed with the dripping grace of a rainy dayis worth tearing openthe offered invitationto hold in tensionany and all progress...

"A Word made Flesh is seldom" by Dr. Kellie Brown

Regarded by some as The Belle of Amherst, the American poet and woman of letters Emily Dickinson can hardly be described by a single moniker. She remains a mystery, not fully knowable, and ye...