James Crews: Meditation Class
I wiped the fog from the glass and saw
a statue of the Buddha on a shelf, laughing
at himself, laughing at me standing there
in a puddle, under a pine tree that kept
dripping on my head
May 3, 2025 · 16 Comments
Kim Stafford: Four poems about the current war
How much rain to fill the Volga?
Not soon, the end of weeping.
March 13, 2022 · 10 Comments
Adrie Kusserow: Mismatch in the Modern West
Still, no one loves humans more than I do. How beautiful we are, at night calling to each other like owls, our loneliness barely masked, barely voweled into sound, the past calling to us like hungry ghosts…
August 26, 2019 · 7 Comments
Doug Anderson: Imperfect
What if all the great ones were imperfect: the Jesus who spent his last night in terror and crying, “Could you not stay awake with me for one hour” to … Continue reading
January 11, 2015 · Leave a comment
