by Antonio Eramo If fools rush in where angels fear to treadthen angels know not love nor sacrifice.I battle with this fool inside my headand try to seek out words to be concise.Yet heart cannot express through mere devicejust how divine life is when you are there.When you are there…
by Russell Rowland Sketchy is the restroomin this ramshackle arcade—almosta closet, dark—still, she has to go.Granddaughter, eight, insistsGrampy accompany her. I do— softened at her own wayof being those years young, her faiththat an elder man, retired,unremarkable, divorced, can causethe world to seem a safer place. Once we’re both inside,…
by Amanda Valerie Judd Despite its reputationas an early riser,I imagine there must be days,at least one or two,when even the Sunyawns in protestat the hourit must open the curtainson another morning.