Poetry

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…

A Stone’s Throw Away 150 150 Kevin Peterson

A Stone’s Throw Away

Reference: John 10:22-42 Snake oil comes in so many forms, Blood red elixirs of heavy elements mixed with fermented fruit Bright green bottles over-filled with empty promise When I see…

I Ordered A Coffee The Other Day 150 150 Kevin Peterson

I Ordered A Coffee The Other Day

Amongst crowds pushing forward with frantic needs I ordered a coffee the other day Tall caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso Through the din simply spoken, fully expecting…

Midlife Harvest 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Midlife Harvest

I have experienced many places in life Times of plenty, times of want Rock hard labor, kitten soft rest Days of tearing down and tearing up Times of green peace…

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…