Golden Song
by Rebecca Weber
Inspired by Handel’s Music of the Royal Fireworks: La réjouissance (The Joy)
“Golden Song” was originally published on the Curator in 2022. Read the poem here.
“Golden Song” was originally published on the Curator in 2022. Read the poem here.
Shelia J. Petre: Perils of the Profession
“Perils of the Profession” is published in Leaf 2022. Continue reading . . . “Shelia J. Petre: Perils of the Profession”
Obi Martin: The Three Stages of Creation
Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: The Three Stages of Creation”
Richard Stoltzfoos: Seventh Summer
And the evening and the morning were the first day. —Gen. 1.5
When resurrection’s rest has come,
And sundown started the Sabbath day, Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Seventh Summer”
We wake to sleep, we breathe to cry.
Our mothers dreamed and brought us forth to die;
For every cradle opens up a grave,
And every child is one we cannot save. Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: We Wake to Sleep”
Lynn Michael Martin: I See Your Face
I see your face in every face I see,
for when you left me, you left me no more
than hopes unsure, that when these glimpses flee,
they will not leave my yearning senses poor Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: I See Your Face”
Conrad Martin: Why We Are Silent
I followed the sun away one night.
The day was pressing inside my throat,
and I could not stay—
I followed the sun away. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Why We Are Silent”
I stared at Death, and he stared back.
I felt his breath upon my cheek.
And for his singular command
I listened, but he did not speak.
Continue reading . . . “Marlene Brubacher: Almost”
Claudia Lehman: Mary Queen of Scots
I wonder would it comfort you to know,
fair thwarted queen, that I looked through my panes
(when clouds were blowing through the old trees’ hair
and everywhere the scent and sound of rain, Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Mary Queen of Scots”
O Sleep, dark baptism to the land of sight,
your floods rise over me; I sink beneath
where nameless tendrils turn a silent wreath
under the clouds of shadow-tinctured night. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: To Sleep”
Kyle Lehman: Where Are the Poems I Want to Write?
Where are the poems I want to write?
Where are the songs I’ve yet to learn? Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: Where Are the Poems I Want to Write?”
Conrad Martin: Universal Secret
By communion, in communion, for communion we are created, to know and be known. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Universal Secret”
Kenneth Godoy: The Gentle Art of Breaking Sheep
To fall is to understand,
because falling entails death
or worse, severe pain, Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: The Gentle Art of Breaking Sheep”