Poetry

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.

Todd Davis 03-01-2002

Of course it's not what I expected.

Therese Halscheid 01-01-2002

Along the Volga River, Russia 1993

Louise Murphy 11-01-2001

The sky is gorged with snow. 

I keep track of the comings and goings of people.

Scott Cairns 05-01-2001

Your petitions—though they continue to bear

just the one signature—have been duly recorded.

St. Teresa Puts in a Skylight

Linda McCarriston 01-01-2001

Street Person, Portland, Maine: circa 1965

Rod Jellema 11-01-2000

Poetry is like prayer in that it is most effective in
solitude and in the times of solitude as, for
example, in the earliest morning. —Wallace Stevens

William Miller 09-01-2000

A poem

Daniel Lamberton 07-01-2000

You can imagine why they call this ship a tender

Dale M. Kushner 05-01-2000

Very soon now the light shall die.

Anne Carroll Fowler 05-01-2000

I didn’t follow the holy man around

I have been in the House of Yahweh.

Vassar Miller 11-01-1999

In the barnyard of my bone
Let the animals kneel down...

Ernest Mulbah 09-01-1999
A poem for my grandfather.
Murray Bodo 07-01-1999

---in memory of Denise Levertov, 1923-1997

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