“My Mother’s Body” Marie Howe Bless my mother’s body, the first song of her beating heart and her breathing, her voice, which I could dimly hear, grew…
I, Too By Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat w…
Amen By Stuart Kestenbaum It’s easy to ignore the moment we dwell in the time when we should be our own choir shouting "amen" to every second that’s g…
A BLESSING FOR FRIENDSHIP WITH YOUR OWN SOUL JULY 12, 2016 You deserve to be known by the miracle of a day. You are cradled through the night, the dus…
The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac -by Mary Oliver 1. Why should I have been surprised? Hunters walk the forest without a sound. The hunter, strapped to hi…
“Platonic” by Mary Ruefle: Did it mean anything? The stone, the rose, darkness, wood, wind, flame, the violin. The practical man, the visible world, t…
-by Macrina Wiederkehr Slowly she celebrated the sacrament of letting go. First she surrendered her green, then the orange, yellow, and red finally sh…
Grief by Gail Mazur Don’t speak to me of heartbreak, I have an argument with habits of metaphor—it’s not the heart In April I brought tulips white pal…
