Gestures of Hope The stone hands rise, the feathered hands fall. The kneelers rise, the fey ladies float in broad pastel hats over stained oak pews. The craftsman carves a fountain in the bright and jangling nave while the dove descends like ash and small children squirm in anticipation of wine-dark cups and handfuls of crumbling bread.
Greg Huteson’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from the Alabama Literary Review, Modern Age, BigCityLit, The Honest Ulsterman, The Brazen Head, the Trinity House Review, and other US and UK journals. He lives in Taiwan.