Robert Wrigley: Taking Care
Tornillo, Texas It must be assumed that the caretakers— if that’s what they are called and not guards— are kind. If not parents then parental in appropriately incarcerative ways. … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Meditation on a Creator of Sorts Written While Eating Sweet Confections in the Rain
The moment feels half decadent and half desperate, these sugared minutes spent barely sheltered from the wetness of the storm, within earshot of the noise of thunder and as close … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: Desolation :: Reservation
Thousands of acres of parched ground. Dead sage, scattered shacks made from tin and rescued plywood, burned-out single-wides, pick-ups rusting in place where their engines stopped. No sign of life … Continue reading
Video: Afterword (From the Ashes of a Love Story)
From the Ashes of a Love Story: Approaching the microphone in a small room, a young woman prepares to make the speech of her life. Desperate to find her voice in … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Surrounded by Atheists
For years, I listened to their prattle about secular humanism and “the big picture”, listened to their arguments about how the holocaust certainly suggests that God had died or … Continue reading
Edgar Gabriel Silex: The Planting of the Blue Corn
after the fields are planted and the blue corn seeds are nestled in the red earth after the Corn Planter has put away his sacred planting stick he says … Continue reading
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving today. Soaked with sleet. No sun for six days — six is the Devil’s number. I have looked through this window, at these American skies for 5 times 6 … Continue reading
Juniper White: Erato
Meet me in the white space between the words, where the language of tongues has no boundary, and end sheets frame the rooting around. We’ll dance the iambic dance, frolic … Continue reading
Michael T. Young: Scrawl
He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter: I will clamber through the clouds and exist. It steadies him like leaning against trees, or brewing coffee … Continue reading
Elizabeth Jacobson: The Cows
Now that I have read this story about the cows I think of them at night when I cannot sleep, how they are so still in their grassy field, seemingly … Continue reading
Judith A. Brice: I Want to Go Back
I want to go back to my youth again where all is in my realm, even good health, a new young boy and soccer games to watch— where I can … Continue reading
Dorothy Wordsworth: The moon had the old moon in her arms
The columbine … is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observed that the more shaded plants … Continue reading
Buddha Shakyamuni: Leadership
When animals are crossing a ford, if the one in front goes crookedly, all the others go crookedly. So too, among human beings, when the leader behaves unrighteously, other people … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: In the Company of Ancient Masters
It is autumn in the autumn of my life. I sit on my deck in the evening light and watch a slow boat pass by. Tonight, a woman I … Continue reading
