Poetry

Richard Schiffman 6-01-2010

Somebody noticed this quaking purplish spray
hung incongruous on late-winter's bough,
and tied a festive bow of multicolored yarns
to cheer the anomalous blossoms,

Maryhelen Snyder 4-01-2010

The first thief and the second.

Mary Anne Reese 3-01-2010

Alb: A white liturgical tunic worn as prayer for a heart protected from all stain and washed in the Blood of the Lamb.

Richard Hoffman 2-01-2010

Because I lay on my back as a boy in the grass of the small yard behind our house watching clouds move and become faces, mostly,

David Denny 1-01-2010

Of all the saints, my Anthony,
I love you best. For you did
what I long to do: you walked away
from a life of comfort and ease,

Scott Cairns 12-01-2009

This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heav’ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,

John Gosslee 9-01-2009

The ram’s horn bellowed.
Fused with snapped spears and hatchet heads
nicked shields covered the field,

Nancy White 8-01-2009

that light kept me a year in its grip first
my feet caught fire then my blood
we moved at the edge of endlessness
headless handless mouthless mind-

Richard Schiffman 7-01-2009

To you who are lost today
like a needle in a haystack, reading this poem alone.
Alone, brother island, sister moon. The ocean is big,

Annie Deppe 6-01-2009

A grace of green, the underleaf
of olive, the birdsong’s
cradling. It’s as though

Nicholas Samaras 4-01-2009

How the earth now
struggles into spring.

How the cold hangs on,
each morning cracking to begin.

Pamela Porter 3-01-2009
Five desert photographs taken by Thomas Merton.

Violet, whispered Eve, because
saying the names aloud

made the act too real. Pansy
and woodruff, the flowers so small

Jacob Bathanti 1-01-2009

Who am I to cast light upon the human soul?
Sitting down to write peace-verses for mercenary gain,
Hunting for poems and hoping against hope that I need not

Imperfection is the place where the spirit enters,
the small hole in your shirt, the loosening threads
of carpet, the ache in your soul for forgiveness.

Murray Bodo 11-01-2008

She consoles me as I meditate
before Mass—Julian of Norwich,
that is, who says, “We are clothed,
wrapped in the goodness of God.”

Chandy C. John 9-01-2008

Praise God for all things green

Lime jello, blades of grass, emeralds

Chameleons, the neon river frog

Heavy papayas begging to be picked

Carol Hamilton 8-01-2008

I expect the whitest dove,

purity as the Spirit breaks apart

firm blue of our ceilinged sky,

a tapered shape, an elegance.

But Picasso was right.

Louis Templeman 7-01-2008


She spoke softly, calmly recounting
her pain through a furnace of litanies
that helped her hold on to the unbelief

Kevin Hadduck 6-01-2008
I have seen that I must
Confess to ignorance

I do not know you, although
I have loved you twenty years

The lifting of your lashes

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