You dressed in common clothes, and walked
beneath the galaxies You made.
You bore the whispered insults and
you wore a borrowed father’s name. Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Interlude”
His shirt came off, and every man fell back
Before the scrawl of skin and bone. His rack
Of ribs we counted one by one, and knew
This man, exposed. He flung His arms from beam Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: Passion”
Lynn Michael Martin: The Feast
Come, said my Father, and I came,
but as a stranger and a guest,
for he had pledged eternal rest
and the protection of his name. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: The Feast”
Obi Martin: Confront Me With Words
confront me with words
when there’s every reason
to do wrong, or worse, or nothing.
when every emissary Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Confront Me With Words”
(Jeremiah 20)
Lord of Hosts,
let me see your vengeance upon them,
let me see it.
This is the trick God played upon me—
I sought to be reason and thought,
inspiration, the man of the generation;
the voice of comfort and tower of strength, Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: Benjamin Gate”
Let your proud eyes fall
and let the world fall
from your shoulders.
For one moment Continue reading . . . “Sheri Yutzy: Healing”
Sheila J Petre: The Manic-Depressive
This is what I mind the most:
When I tire of medication, everybody knows.
I sit at home and sulk, and mind it,
Missing bits of something, one thing at the most. Continue reading . . . “Sheila J Petre: The Manic-Depressive”
Oh, to pull up shades and hidden light,
to swim from darker pleasures of irony
to rebuild the child-like desire to touch, feel
say wow to the sunlight of the world Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: Set Me Alight”
Two leagues to cross this lake, and twenty toward
The place the sun arises in the east
On midyear’s day. The sign’s not moved or ceased,
Nor has the river, nor that wet-kneed ford Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Adam”
The skies are slowly, fully falling
into the forest’s lifted hands,
breath-soft whispers of a language
friends of stars could understand. Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Snow”
Sheila J. Petre: The House We Used to Live In
Someone else has taken up the house we used to live in,
Filled it with their dreams and things and pictures on the walls.
Someone else was given what my people had been given:
Room to keep a thousand books, and echo shouts in halls. Continue reading . . . “Sheila J. Petre: The House We Used to Live In”
Illuminating rays,
Of constant stream from distant stars, and near;
Creating, energizing earth and space;
Still gently clarifies the lunar face. Continue reading . . . “Jeremiah Stump: Light”
Sheila J. Petre: A Brother’s Funeral
We did not only let them sing the song
to praise the God Who made the one we loved.
We helped them. All good mourners long
to fill the air with hope, nail-scarred, Continue reading . . . “Sheila J. Petre: A Brother’s Funeral”
Chadwick Miller: Like a Rose Bud
Behind the galaxies and
between the stars, I wish
I could step
and see the heavens Continue reading . . . “Chadwick Miller: Like a Rose Bud”
As color fills the dome of azure skies,
The frozen lengths of empty twig and blade
Scratch bare against unbounded barricade.
The pulsing sun burns west to rhapsodize Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: Advent”
Samantha Trenkamp: Planting Hope
Dry.
Land so dry.
The skies are filled with smoke.
Fires rage in the nearby hills, Continue reading . . . “Samantha Trenkamp: Planting Hope”
Lynn Michael Martin: A seer has tasted of the world’s delights.
A seer has tasted of the world’s delights.
incidental poem to Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. III: I. Allegro
by Lynn Michael Martin
Sing of what is and has been,
and can sing and cannot sing,
and in my age, I will tell you
that singing is being, Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: A seer has tasted of the world’s delights.”
Matthew Cordella-Bontrager: Assurance
Suspicions be damned. Know this:
He gave His decree to the Sea
when He appointed the foundations of the earth, Continue reading . . . “Matthew Cordella-Bontrager: Assurance”
Roger Biehn: Daybreak over Sinai
On the summit when the breeze hit my back
I turned to take the wind on my face;
the moment of triumph dissolved in capitulation,
in wondering why I had made the climb; Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: Daybreak over Sinai”