From the magazine:Heaven
By Jim Johnstone
is just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
…
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
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- By Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… From the magazine:Laughter
By Rüştü OnurTranslated By Ulaş Özgün & Hüseyin AlhasA tree and a fruit,
And this golden lip
On the coral cups
—laughter ...
A step song
—and another.
The…From the magazine:Kahkaha
By Rüştü OnurBir ağaç ve meyva,
Ve bu altın dudak
Mercan kadehlerde
-kahkaha ...
Bir step şarkısı
-bir daha.
Sükûtun …- By Petr HruškaTranslated By Jonathan BoltonTwo days of rain. Children on the floor. Scant trees.
The furniture confesses to the boards. Reaching… - By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - By Carlie HoffmanLight sheds its skin in the poplars,
Earth’s soldiers wielding the dark, bats emerging
like machinery… From the magazine:
From Containment to Expansion: A Tenderloin Meditation in Two Parts
By Marvin K. White1
The seed does not contain the flower. The sun does not contain the fire. The eye does not contain the vision. The body does not contain the dance. The mouth does not contain the song. The knee does not contain...From the magazine:
A Cup of Trembling
By Kwame Dawesthe wounds of a walk foot man iii
In the corner, a woman enthroned, dips a cup
into an earthen pot, lifts it, and pours it repeating
the ritual again and again as if water must move,
holy water must move light and the...- By Isabel Duarte-GraySunday we lay hands
on a girl of ten hand on hand on
cornsilk hair. We sing
the secret language sung
the day the tin roof of the tower beat
on God’s floorboard
he got cramp in heaven.
Like our crying and our
fornicating so close to his... From the magazine:
Mid-Thirties Square Dance
By Elizabeth MetzgerWalking home God peeled a major eucalyptus to the ground.
Genuinely uncertain, he asked
Can a life be...- By Tom Andrews1.
Day brings a steady
hand, a sure breath every other day ...
My brother again on the edge of his bed,
sitting up with his eyes closed,
his palms pressed, a brief prayer.
... - By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres
property would have been even larger
had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont for
waste from its Washington Works factory
where J was employed
... - By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft
Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw
Were not himself. Bramble is what grows best
Out of this man-scarred earth, and I don’t chop it back
Till the fruit have ripened. Yesterday I... From the magazine:
First of December
By Natalie ShaperoGod come on stop cutting me
out of your photos God stop dragging
the mouse around my shopworn
body like a chalk outline then clicking fill
with background God I know
that times are tight I know you only
made one death per person I’m sorry
to...- By Genevieve ArlieThe geometer wishes he were David
cut from stone by lightning, his mind
gyring wide into figures of space
out of time, ever gauging the shock
of the word for the pathos, ever
slinging the rock of his wound
at the sugared glass of me.
I'd rather... - By Jupiter HammonI
O come you pious youth! adore
The wisdom of thy God,
In bringing thee from distant shore,
To learn His holy word.
Eccles. xii.
II
Thou mightst been left behind
Amidst a dark abode;
God’s tender mercy still combin’d,
Thou hast the... - By Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see]
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde.
Robes and ritches rotes in dike,
Prowde payntyng slakes into sorow,
Delites and drewryse stynk sal ful sone,
Þair golde and þaire tresoure drawes þam til dede.
Al...