Poetry

Anam Cara 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Anam Cara

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…

Pondering Troubled Waters 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Pondering Troubled Waters

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…

Swept Clean 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Swept Clean

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…

Can We Not 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Can We Not

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…

Piece By Piece 150 150 Diana Meakem

Piece By Piece

  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…

The Day I Learned To Fly 150 150 Diana Meakem

The Day I Learned To Fly

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…

Saturday 150 150 Diana Meakem

Saturday

   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…

rainy night 150 150 Diana Meakem

rainy night

  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…