July 1, 1985

A Wingbeat of Hope

By Robert S. King

Suppose gravity suddenly floated off into space, lifting for the first time the corners of our mouths. Suppose the sky a deep blue pool and we the divers in a […]

July 1, 1985

The Horses of Morning

By Richard Behm

The horses of morning illuminate the meadow, ponderous in their steamy breath; their strong teeth, white as lilies of the valley, clip the nubs of hay, clover, wild violet.   […]

July 1, 1985

First Kingdom

By Michael Miller

Where the cross-eyed green-striped tiger Smiles at the blue bear The size of a stuffed woolen sock, We meet, a child, a man, Both wanderers in the first kingdom Where […]

July 1, 1985

If God Permits

By Robert S. King

God, pretend my soul is not a gypsy. Pretend that ghosts do not cast shadows that blacken the road in front of another man. Do not pretend I am the […]

April 1, 1984

Poem

By Mary Oliver

The spirit   likes to dress up like this:     ten fingers,       ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest   at night     in the black branches,       in the morning in the blue branches […]

April 1, 1984

Oak

By Trevor Knapp

Even sealed as you were in oak, I wanted you in the living room, the wood that hid your face draped with red roses, hundreds scattering almost to the floor. […]

April 1, 1984

Open Window

By Paul Jenkins

Nothing to hold fast to. A strange bird’s song—gold needle, gold thread—slips through its own weaving. It’s as if, eased by the indolence of the day, even words have lost […]

April 1, 1984

Rhythmic Brushwork

By Pattiann Rogers

A sky, like a canvas, accepts motion. A band Of orange monarchs in migration is drifting now Across that deepening background from the east. There is motion as the butterflies […]