Marilyn Robertson Possibilities A teacher sits down at the feet of her students. Singing is heard in an abandoned village. ...

Kevin Stuart Brodie For Chiune and Yukiko Sugihara The Lithuanians in Kaunas had never seen a Japanese man ...

Craig McDonald (Based on Mark 7:24-30) "Phoenician bitch!" Peter's growl, stage-whisper sof ...

Kelly Sterns The summer God was nine years old Heaven's swamp cooler broke for good. His Mama was stout yet managed to scale the side ...

Rose Marie Berger I once met a woman who— in a frenzy of wild praise and to fight the devil—ate glass. Not shot glasses, juice glasses, or ...

Todd Davis Of course it's not what I expected. How do you prepare yourself for resurrection? Of course ...

Therese Halscheid along the Volga River, Russia 1993 flames orange their eyes ...

Louise Murphy The sky is gorged with snow. Our small room smells of forest, perfumed by anger and arms waving like bird wings. A tree rise ...

Ann Floreen Niedringhaus I keep track of the comings and goings of people. My work is really very simple. I write down and retain the info ...

Jill Alexander Essbaum Apples still taste like apples. The funny thing is, serpents taste like apples too, and kisses and bread. ...

Scott Cairns Your petitions—though they continue to bear just the one signature—have been duly recorded. Your anxieties—despite their cons ...

Margaret C. Szumoweski St. Teresa Puts in a Skylight St. Teresa Puts in a Skylight The woman made l ...

Linda McCarriston Street Person, Portland, Maine circa 1965 Street Person, Portland, Maine circa 1965 ...

Rod Jellema Poetry is like prayer in that it is most effective in solitude and in the times of solitude as, for example, in the earliest m ...

William Miller Even today tourists come here for more than the blue Aegean sea, the little cave carved into the mountainside, ...

Daniel Lamberton You can imagine why they call this ship a tender, for tonight she is a gray nurse who moves through wards of sleeping, tu ...

Dale M. Kushner Very soon now the light shall die. The Great World will be rent— ashes, sobbing seraphim, calves born with crabbed feet. R ...

Anne Carroll Fowler I didn’t follow the holy man around I never sat down to a meal with him Loving him began this way: water poured into e ...

Frederick Lewis Allen I have been in the House of Yahweh. There I pummeled heaven with the iron blows ...

Fredrick Zydek Dear Gail: Each day I pray the muses will bring me tasty nouns and surprising verbs, but pain and death keep dancing throug ...

Vassar Miller In the barnyard of my bone Let the animals kneel down— Neither ecstasy nor anger, Wrath nor mildness need hide longer, On th ...

Ernest Mulbah A poem for my grandfather. (Poetry, Departments) A poem for my grandfather. ...

Murray Bodo ---in memory of Denise Levertov, 1923-1997 Like your poems the h ...

Kevin Hadduck Fat God How can you mean to satisfy us by hurling down your bait— love writhing on a hook and snagged in our guts— ...

Judith Yarnall for Grace Lorch I praise an ordinary woman, greyblonde and stocky, nearing forty, who stood ...

Margaret C. Szumoweski I accept the cardinal that comes to the tree in bright red robes, priest of the backyard, flickering beauty; even e ...

Pamela Rice Porter Carver at market speaks to a tourist Luanda, Angola Carver at market speaks to a tourist ...

Mil Norman Risch The sky shifts pinks of light through louvered fingers And in your hair the wind's like smoothing fingers. ...

Mary F.C. Pratt It rained and rained. They were wringing out their tails, they were wringing out their ears. The Pumpkin Princess in the f ...

David Sparenberg I have come forth to set my heart on the ground and to make a small signal fire, mixing smoke with dust and clouds. ...

Martha Townley I am a needle sewing the night air’s chorus of peepers. Use the yellow thread to find your way. ...

Larry Brown My Lord has lifted been in blackest blue in burdened midnight weighted silent dark extinguished breathless still and settled t ...

Patricia Rourke The book of the Persian poet covered in red amber promises riches, gold that filters through the cracks in the heart. Stra ...

Anna Citrino Tufa twists into the sky, fairy chimneys tall whirling dervish caps, slender minarets, thin pinnacles rock churches swirling ...

Daniel Mills Advent, 1996 Tonight we will circle the tall trunks of these candles with a wheel ...

Steve Harris Mud sucking at bare feet, St. Francis walks the rain around Assisi. Tattered brown flag more naked than naked, ...

Marion Schoeberlein The world is one scared woman in the rain. Across the cups of silver she runs To find a house, any house where ...

Raphaelle Kosek Van Gogh saw the way our hearts burn like the pinwheel stars swirling in the night-mad sky, ...

Rose Marie Berger Northern cardinal chips away at the blue light, singing for his mate. Sleepy-eyed houses nod and drop th ...

Priscilla Atkins From below, it looks like a young woman, hair pulled over to the side like the tail of a horse swishing o ...

Warren L. Molton If God is this winter wheat whose seed slept under snow just months ago awaiting still another awakening, ...

Daniel Skach-Mills Tonight window-ledged one fragile-winged flame flutters toward a world moth-hungry for light. ...

Martha Zweig Baby don't cry: we'll be mother & father & day after day we'll have bread & meat & milk &a ...

Rose Marie Berger Sarajevo, 1995 Sarajevo, 1995 I dream now of potatoes— white, russet, red. Senti ...

Richard Vernon Wrestle with me God of Jacob wrestle with me let my heels grind deeper and yet deeper in the sod feel the nightmoist bank ...

Joy Downing Riley At altitude on scaffolding to uncover art is a good dream and I'm still awake finding I belong up high getting dir ...

Fredrick Zydek My father liked to dance alone. Late at night, when he was sure the rest of the house was sleeping, he would turn on the o ...

Otis Bakari Moss III I could swim in this sea. this sea of Black helix hair and fleecy locks. waves of caramel, honey, Blue Black, Red ...

May Sarton May Sarton-poet, novelist, feminist, journal keeper, and Sojourners member-died this summer at the age of 83 (see "May Sa ...

Linda McCarriston I could not presume even to speak of it, were we to meet, were we to be trapped together in a storm, on a bus, say, eve ...