Creative Writing

Anam Cara

Anam Cara 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Far into the mountain wilderness Days within the ancient woods Miles from the end of paved roads Following the meandering path left by others Earlier travelers, long gone, unknown Except…

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Pondering Troubled Waters

Pondering Troubled Waters 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Mark 13 Were your words meant for only those of previous days Days where the listeners would feel their weight and cost Costs so great in internal terror and external…

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Swept Clean

Swept Clean 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Reference: Matt 12:22-50; Luke 11 What are you saying when you talk of houses swept clean? Of strong men tied and prepared for home invasion? Throw in a smattering of…

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Can We Not

Can We Not 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Can we not just sit, Can we not just sit and share Can we not just sit and share our stories I grow weary of the attacks on my borders…

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Piece By Piece

Piece By Piece 150 150 Diana Meakem

 Don’t just swallow them whole. Poems were written to be eaten piece by piece., a feast— each word a wafer, broken for you. Be careful of the edge, corners especially—slippery…

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The Day I Learned To Fly

The Day I Learned To Fly 150 150 Diana Meakem

When I wrote about soaring, you left two words in response:“Remember Icarus.” (A friendly warning from your local pastor: Don’t let freedom go to your head. You’ll burn in hell.…

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Saturday

Saturday 150 150 Diana Meakem

  Between death and resurrection, absence howls. This day’s as empty as Thursday’s cup. I know how the Story ends—still it stretches— My God, my God, why have you forsaken us?…

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rainy night

rainy night 150 150 Diana Meakem

 On this rainy night, I stepped outside to feel the moisture of the air on my skin. I went outside partly to write a poem, but also because rain inspires…

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