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Michael Gregory: Third Day of Christmas | Earth Air Wood Water Fire

Too many missing from this year’s mailing list.
Looking back I’m humbled to remember
how many stupid things I’ve done and survived

January 3, 2023 · 2 Comments

Maura Ives: How an American magazine helped launch one of Britain’s favorite Christmas carols

Christina Rossetti’s ‘In the Bleak Midwinter’ didn’t begin life as a song, but being set to music helped it find fame.

December 25, 2022 · Leave a comment

Charles Davidson: Christmas Trees

TO THIS DAY I still possess the handmade Santa Claus that I cut out of lined poster board…

December 25, 2022 · Leave a comment

David Baker: Holiday Wish

a little peace, a touch of ease, another day
come round with steady light

December 24, 2022 · 8 Comments

Barbara Crooker: Star of Wonder, Star of Light

It’s Christmas, the year before the accident, when the earth
still seemed fixed.  My husband and children are hanging
lights on the big pine tree

December 21, 2022 · 10 Comments

Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum: Heaven-Fire

The boy is not my blood
Though “Son” is the only name I have for “He-

December 15, 2022 · 7 Comments

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Recuerdo

We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-
covered head,
And bought a morning paper which neither of us
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and
and we gave her all our money but our subway fares.

December 24, 2021 · 3 Comments

Patricia A. Nugent: Away from the Manger

Too late, I spotted Baby Jesus’ feet sticking out of Punkin’s mouth – snatched from the tabletop nativity scene. I flew across the room to rescue the Prince of Peace. Punkin took a big gulp, and Jesus disappeared down his gullet.

December 23, 2021 · 4 Comments

Frida Berrigan: A Christmas Confession

I’m Taking an Eco-Holiday From It All (and So Are My Kids)

December 21, 2021 · 2 Comments

Michael Simms: Satan and the Snowman

I don’t have relationships,
the old drunk explained
with surprising wisdom,
I take hostages.

December 18, 2021 · 13 Comments

Paul Christensen: The Leaden Hat of Fall

Once in a while the tufted sky would break open into dazzling radiance. I would often look up from my reading to behold a waterfall of fiery light, as if the Golden Fleece were hanging in a waterfall shedding all its precious minerals into the valley below.

November 28, 2021 · 10 Comments

Paul Christensen: Apocalypse Soon

We are outnumbered by countless other creatures, dwarfed by the complex imperial government of birds, by the subterranean empires of worms and grubs albino larva, moles, gophers, beetles with vast pincer jaws, by nomadic tribes of aphids and cutworms, by thread-like parasites that feast on my annabels in mid-summer, and of course, by the king of blood bandits, the Aedes aegypti mosquito that spawns in our lowland catchments and marshland.

November 21, 2021 · 2 Comments

BJ Ward: Christmas Eve

Along the cold streets, my townsfolk ignite
their faith. Each states that heaven’s gate’s a star
brighter than its neighbors. I’m in a car
with a coughing carburetor. Big night
for our Lord.

December 24, 2020 · 2 Comments

Linda Parsons: Visitations

Everything seems to glow richer before first frost, a last hurrah before the ghostly breath passes over.

December 22, 2020 · 11 Comments

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