Poetry

Oh Tigris, Oh Euphrates watching Greek armies,Roman archers, legionnaires armed to the teeth, Britishforces, American military, empire-building further, furthereast and south across your deserts, hills, ravines, cities,villages, their shape-shifting alliances, offensives, counter-insurgencies, crush

I don’t know, never knowwhy this sudden joy swell,the sea wall of self fallsand a tide of stars poursover and through me.Please take my blood,make a serum, inoculateme for when this passesand I again fear, certainthat wonder cannot be.

Convince the Dauphin now, dear Joan, convinceHim now; forget the peasant business. WageCharm on him: boy-cut hair and virgin grace.Assert his strength to raise the English siege.The scene is mandatory, so the spellOnly awaits your touching. They are realYour voices: stop to listen, Joan. They callTo

“This was not my first fané,” he wrote.After a meal, our Stephen loved to sailinto the dining room, holding aloftthis last course: ice cream, whipped cream, and meringue.“Its presentation is a jaw-dropper…love to do it for a newcomer.”That night he chose a deeper bowl

for Oscar Christoph’s birthWax, little moon.Between toes and forehead,your fullness remembers itself.It’s still dark in your palms,darker still in your mouth,yet there beats and beatsa whole novelworld roundyour rolling ears,your found thumbs,your warm redfirmament—an outer-space s

By the time of March Madness, entries were pouring in for the Foley poetry contest, with its $1,000 prize. We heard from Ljubljana, Slovenia; Alicante, Spain; Lagos, Nigeria; and Vatican City; plus Dijon, Edmonton, Queensland and Kerala State.Forty entries came to us from the seventh grade at Lakesi

Saying the prayer Christ taught us,we are mindful that in ritual timeHe is still saying, “Our Father Who Artin Heaven.” His words echothrough the Holy Spirit from mouthto mouth, so that when we say,“Our Father Who art in Heaven,”we are mindful that others tooare saying, &ldqu

“Repeat this prayer 10 times,send it to 15 friends.Within 3 days you will receive a blessingyou have been waiting for.”Who is this God, I wonder, who people thinkhas to be begged, cajoled,and manipulatedinto caring for his children?He is not my God.Still, it makes no sense, what we call