by Abigail Bucks | Feb 11, 2022 | Poetry
Fingers rarely grace the crevices of your scars Hands seldom explore the curvatures of your arms How deep, how intimate how beautiful Not just to see but to handle all their parts To touch beyond their skin to gently memorize their heart “Everyone sees how you...
by Carly Caprio | Dec 7, 2021 | Poetry
Don’t belong to people or places, stereotypes or stale regrets, expectations, fears, nor false selves. Belong to the poems inhabiting your heart and the song lines running laps in your mind. Belong to the moments that bloom into memories like fleeting gifts unwrapped...
by David Tensen | Dec 7, 2021 | Poetry
For God to place Himself in the womb of a willing woman ruled by rules in order to free every enslaved soul has got to be the greatest Trojan Horse and Love tale ever told. David Tensen from Advent reading Dec 8th Galatians...
by David Tensen | Dec 6, 2021 | Poetry
If you’ve ever felt poverty’s cold hand grip the small of your spine you will know how the warm touch of the sun’s hopeful rays beaming over the binding of your chest, deep into the chambers of your heart, always arrives as good news. David Tensen from Advent reading...
by Brian Bucks | Dec 6, 2021 | Poetry
Yesterday I wrote just a phrase in 0.7mm HB lead on a yellow sticky note and that is how a poem is conceived Like that first spark that draws the eye creative desire plays with the words And you ask, What was the phrase? “grit comes on sandpaper” As I mull...
by David Tensen | Dec 5, 2021 | Poetry
Put on something nice, for God’s sake. Feel strong in your skin. Ask yourself, how many gods dare judge you blindly and call you beautiful? How many gods dare ransom you from the heavy chains you wore as a necklace? Remember: Riches cannot redeem a soul sold for...
by David Tensen | Dec 4, 2021 | Poetry
I wonder if the mountains spoke to the valleys agreeing it would be best to meet in the middle. Do you think the desert highways were under construction for long? Did detours take donkeys and desert traders far from home? This much seems true: The cries and compromise...
by David Tensen | Dec 3, 2021 | Poetry
When He sweeps His hand over sea and sand calling scattered found, you’ll hear the tongues of many sons and daughters homeward bound. David Tensen from Advent reading Dec 4th Isaiah...
by David Tensen | Dec 2, 2021 | Poetry
You suffer long for this. A lover who feels you beyond five senses. Who takes your riches and pours it out for the poor. Whose mouth kisses you as it strikes the earth, equal. Whose body is a temple you share with many spirits. Whose mountain, no beast or being enters...
by David Tensen | Dec 1, 2021 | Poetry
It all ends, you know. Any sun-scarred sailor, bedouin or darkened eye will tell you, it all ends in the light. It all ends. All of it. Every blood-soaked soldier, shepherd or enslaved body will tell you, it all ends when a child is born, when a son is given and his...
