Linda Mills Woolsey 10-01-2004
At the regional airport in Waco,

At the regional airport in Waco, on the third day
of the war, we stand barefoot, as if on sacred ground.
As each in turn is beckoned, we file mutely past
the metal box that peers into our carry-ons and coats,
examines our watches, our wallets, our shoes.
Behind the box, the guards, solemn as celebrants,
peer into the mysteries of a sleek leather case

Jene Beardsley 09-01-2004
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"…as if religion were a state of shock,
deep, peaceful shock, that…men like these
are driven into by the spectacle of reality."
—Peter Matthiessen in The Cloud Forest

Carol Hamilton 08-01-2004

He died in a munitions explosion

Ananda Robinson 07-01-2004
Blessed are those who wash their robes,

Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they will have the right to the tree of life and may enter the city by the gates. Outside are dogs and sorcerers and fornicators and murderers and idolaters.... - Revelation 22:14-15

A voice whispered in my dream:
Either you love or you're happy,
but never both.

Fredrick Zydek 06-01-2004

You must learn to say prayers

And shall I rise up

Marilyn Robertson 01-01-2004
Rain tick tocks in the downspouts.
Andrea Ayvazian 11-01-2003

If we dug a huge grave miles wide, miles deep

Cynthia Gustavson 09-01-2003

Hundreds of years growing on a steep hill, desolate, aging / despite scarce nourishment, they wait for history to recognize them.

Matt Humm 03-01-2003
for Ash Wednesday
Marilyn Robertson 01-01-2003


Kevin Stuart Brodie 11-01-2002
For Chiune and Yukiko Sugihara
Craig McDonald 09-01-2002
(Based on Mark 7:24-30)
Kelly Sterns 07-01-2002

The summer God was nine years old
Heaven's swamp cooler broke for good.

Rose Marie Berger 05-01-2002

I once met a woman who—
in a frenzy of wild praise
and to fight the devil—ate glass.