Category Archives: Poems

Does the Sparrow Worship You?

  Does the sparrow worship you? When making a nest in some hidden place When laying a clutch When anticipating the hatch When feeding the insatiable When watching them fledge; Does the sparrow worship you?   Does the nuthatch trill … Continue reading

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For those who do not know exactly what a Prayer is

The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass the one who is eating sugar out … Continue reading

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Learning to Live

I Learnt to Live, by Sofia Kioroglou Before I got cancerI cavilled at everythingCaterwauled and spat outUnmentionable adjectives Before I got cancerMy children hated meI was controlling and unbearableA helicopter hovering over them the whole time Before I got cancer,I … Continue reading

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Lap Upon Your Shore

Lap Upon Your Shore   Everyone has wanted a piece of you till there would be no pieces left, I thought. I have watched you proceed and recede As age washes up on your coast.   After all these years, … Continue reading

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What it means to be a Burning Bush

What it means to be a Burning Bush While safe-keeping the flock in the wilderness He saw it: the flame of fire out of the midst of a bush And it was burning but not consumed. *1 It was there … Continue reading

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To hold you I had to break open

The Force, by Katharine Blake Not a cracking of bones,how the pelvis can snapwhen the head then shoulders break loose,  but worn threadbare,waves against weathered bone every five to eightminutes (mark it down)no food, no sleep, onlyvomit and water and strong handsthrough my hair and the dogwho devoured a whole chocolate cake(a fact your … Continue reading

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Practice Resurrection

The line above comes from a poem by Wendell Berry that seems fitting this Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday – especially as he encourages us to live counter-culturally – and to “Practice Resurrection.” Let each line exhort, rebuke, and otherwise enlighten … Continue reading

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