The Beginning of Prayer by Sarah Katz

My father, tangled in the height of adolescence, wept outside Old Saint Paul’s Church as spring died, reading Desiderata. The poem lay inscribed in rock at the rear of the...

On Other Birds by Kelly Ann Jacobson

Through the harsh whistle of a bullying Blue Jay from the feeder, the Common Yellowthroat’s wichity-wichity-wichity, we find our own through bill and tap and rhythmic drumming on drainpipe, bone against bone. So much...

True Story Metaphors by Diana Smith Bolton

True Story Metaphor for My Parents' Divorce In this shrinking house, I am still growing, my wrist gripped between window and sill, one toe pinched in neat joists. Our mother’s footsteps...

Lucifer by CL Bledsoe

When I went to pick my daughter up at pre-school, the kids were on the playground. Her teachers eyed me uncomfortably and glanced across the slide at each other before...

Speaking to the Rain, by Donald Illich

We can speak to the rain, but it does not say anything to us. “Why are you so strong? Why do you want to flood us?” we ask it.  But it...