Poetry

Poetry

Hello, Sun

With the Quakers, I sit outside the meeting room, under the giant redwood trees. Jeanne Althouse
Poetry

Consolation

On a loose stone atop the bluestone wall / by the gate, this lichen’s a rough oval . . . Anne Richey
Poetry

Hospice Bed Tales

If hospice beds could speak / We’d hear not much of ways to die / But of ways to live Bonnie Stockslager
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Credo

I believe / there is always hope. Tammy Iralu
Poetry

Carried

The log where my dad perched as a bluebird / in the full sun Kim Parko
Poetry

By the Pond

Turtles bask, / heads up, / in sun. Magda Andrews-Hoke
Poetry

What Not Knowing Who You Really Are Looks Like

Matches / mutter to candles in a closet, / Somebody needs to install / a light in here! Daniel Skach-Mills
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Because

Due to the state of our country and environment, I’ve been having trouble maintaining an outlook that includes gratitude and… Lynn Huntley
Poetry

When I Unravel

Let spools of featherlight wisdom / swaddle me still. / Let there be brave instruments— Clara Fuehler
Poetry

The Silence of Rockford Chapel

Here among Friends / when the door shuts, / the silence hits / like a change in air pressure. Todd A. Comer
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Why I Attend the Evening Quilting Session

Rainwater spills from the spouting—I hear it splashing at the edge of the gardenas bleak afternoon wanders slowlyinto night—the water… Carole Mertz
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God Is in the Empty House

those three days while my husband / takes the kids to visit his mother. Morrow Dowdle
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