Devon Balwit, author of Dog-Walking in the Shadow of Pyongyang and Rubbing Shoulders with the Greats, lives in Portland, Ore.
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What the Fall Taught Me
A poem.
Illustration by Vartika Sharma
I once believed I could hate intermittently,
an incandescence I could turn on and off
with the will or guide with the pressure
of my knees or with reins woven
from the clear demands of the moment.
Mercy Seat
A poem.
Illustration by Mary Haasdyk
The chickens have a meanness I cannot quell
though I thunder from the kitchen window, a god
of rice and oats. No matter how much I scatter
in the cardinal directions, there is bullying,
the Silver Laced Wyandottes the worst despite their name.
Easter
A poem.
Illustration by Nicole Xu
Keep your eyes on your work. Looking
at a dogwood does not make you blossom.
Nor can a bridge of sighs span an ocean
of despair. For that, you need oars
and strong arms. Labor as long
as it is still called today. Yes, Faith
could have worn other metaphors,
but instead it rose from the dead
and asked questions: Why are you
crying? Who are you looking for?
Do not fear. Answer. The Risen One
speaks your language.