Poetry

The sun is rising (or setting?) behind a high mountain on a clear day. In the foreground, there's a smaller mountain, with what might be a church or a monastery at its peak. Poetry

Be Still

Don’t worry so much, and so often, / about yourself. James Littwin
Poetry

True My Eye

I am not the form I occupy nor / the mind stalking me. Mike Wilson
Poetry

Before the Fireplace: December, 1993

When forty-four summers have touched your face / And sown long furrows beside your eyes Alexander Levering Kern
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In the Nick of Time

I was a believer. I grew up / with a firm faith in the Tooth Nancy Thomas
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Cleansed

A hen pecks the ground   to loosen soil /           ruffles       a… Karen Luke Jackson
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Prisoners of War

With dashes and squeals, two baby boars, / tan with white stripes, flank the lean soldier, Karen Kilcup
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If You Said She Wore Her Heart on Her Sleeve

You could say that she was the sleeve, / she was the entire shirt, and she would give it Morrow Dowdle
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Hal the Neighbor

Workers come to repair exterior steps, / siding, walkways, or deliver topsoil and mulch Stephen R. Clark
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Girl Running

On my way to the gym / for gentle flow yoga / not a bit sure this is a good… Gay Norton Edelman
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Fall Morning Canticle

Hildegard said to me, / the light that I see / is not spatial / yet it is far brighter… Genevieve Chornenki
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We Pray For Children We Have Never Met

who live under bombs falling      children / nearby who have lost more than anyone Ellen June Wright
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A Perilous Quaker Marriage Proposal

On the day I proposed I first sat in silence / hoping words would rise from the garden paths Alexander Levering Kern
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