By T.M. MooreSep 9, 20191 minDustMy soul clings to the dust. Ps. 119.25 How like the dust my soul can be. I see it sometimes, dazed and inattentive in a ray of light, or...
By Michael R. BurchAug 26, 20192 minTo Have LovedHelen, bright accompaniment, accouterment of war as sure as all the polished swords of princes groomed to lie in mausoleums all eternity...
By Paul GallagherAug 12, 20191 minThe Sensitive Plant on the MoonNight past night, down the endless starry river; We watch for any change, but do not see The tiny metaphor that is to be The lightning...
By Adam SediaAug 5, 20191 minThe KnellThrough the peace of balmy spring, Bird-songs’ trills and breeze-tossed leaves, An alien sound, a distant ring Dares to break the mirth...