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  • Grace Weaver: At Midnight

    (This breathless stillness—
    I must, I will break free!)
    Now lucent to my eye
    the purple light of glory Continue reading . . . “Grace Weaver: At Midnight”

    Claudia Esh: The Bonfire

    A piece of star has fallen here,
    I think. We rimmed it round with stones
    and fed it trees. Oh, how it burns—
    what passion in those frenzied golden wings Continue reading . . . “Claudia Esh: The Bonfire”

    Kenneth Godoy: The Road to Sinjar

    The road runs parallel to the stricken earth;
    it’s a strip the stars forgot;
    they fled with those that survived Sinjar. The hatred of the sun bakes this land where women were Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: The Road to Sinjar”

    Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills

    I wandered through a land of silent hills.
    (The land is lost—nor where, nor name, nor why)
    A grass-blown emptiness of wind-soft silences—
    An endless prairie swept into an endless sky. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills”

    Obi Martin: Morning Poem

    Raise me free like summer breezes
    wrenched from off the lawn.
    Lift me like evaporation
    break me like the dawn. Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Morning Poem”

    Julie Atkinson: Fern Poem

    In these forests,
    the fern fields
    flow onward in green waves.
    You step carefully, Continue reading . . . “Julie Atkinson: Fern Poem”

    Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder

    A Child of Wonder

    by Gloria Kurtz

    A child of wonder, here I stand, my Lord,
    Inside a pink-rimmed dawning sky of light.
    Assign my feet an unfamiliar way,
    Not gratifying to my coddled sight. Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder”

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