Be Still In the feast of too much striving, the glutton is disgraced, courting waves of feeling, motive and obligation without grace. The iron escalator
Tag: Poetry
Three Poems By James Green
Tonight There Are No Stars Tonight there are no stars, there is no sky, only yellow smudges from streetlights glow like ghost eyes from inside
Three Poems By Rick Mullin
On the Waterfront “What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?”
Three Poems By Rodney Torreson
Even with Morning Still Working the Dark at 6:05 and a few long-faced raindrops on the windshield,
A Parting Shot By Ruth Holzer
A Parting Shot Now I see them everywhere I go: those ill-matched pairs of women on the way to nowhere special, so their steps
Listening to the Dementia Channel By Lylanne Musselman
Listening to the Dementia Channel (or A Day in the Life of Being Mom’s Caregiver) I can’t believe the corn has tasseled already,
Grand Little Things 