Jesse N. Alexander When I am write i am like a fine bronze bell, singing a sunday morning clear through the restless air, When I am writ ...

E. Ethelbert Miller after watching heston part the red sea for the first time my brother ran to his room and pulled the blanket from his ...

Tim Bascom Hunched over his mop, backbone like knotted cord, Biceps straining with age, he scours away The stains of yesterday, ridding t ...

Kenneth Steven The Calvinist The Calvinist The heron is a presbyterian minister Standing gloomy in ...

Rose Marie Berger "I am mooring my rowboat at the dock of the island called God." —Anne Sexton The Awful Rowing Toward God ...

will still maintain firepower equivalent to 107,000 Hiroshima bombs. — The Editors ...

Elizabeth Ann James My dearest aunt, Butheyna, is chopping beets, chopping the shamander. Klush, klush she wields a gutting knife, the cho ...

Sean Thomas Dougherty The saint descended From her carriage to stretch Her forefinger to a peasant girl Whose face was covered with sores; ...

Rose Marie Berger This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed upon the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets u ...

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