by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…
by Lisa Harris First principle: Perfection, peace, wholeness, being complete: one. We speak into each other’s lives and begin becoming. Tenor toned your velvet voice makes a pillow for me to choose. When I misunderstand or don’t hear, I trust timber and pitch. I trust you. On a campus where…
by Brianna Capen-Parizo I’ll give you one day, To learn about me, Softness of touch, Breathe without breath. I’ll give you an outline, Of everything found. Freckle upon freckle, Search up and down. I’ll give you that piece, The one never found. Carved out and tattered, Beyond and bound. I’ll…