Praise the Light of Late October So soon we have reached the cusp of October where we trade in our apples and peonies for pumpkins and sweet alyssum. The outstretched

essay on boat  in the oval of St. John's Chapel. in the dome of his visions; in the form of ship or skew,  the times come. the virgins have been

My Roommate Translated during Just Cause—lying on his bed, the darkness, telling me he had to talk, and I said to talk then and the crickets were gone and the

Gratitude for What we have become                              After Sanam Sheriff For time & space whittled down to water  beneath our tender feet shaped into a paddling mechanism of movement and our

"I do not know if hurt is my birthright"— Jason B. Crawford knuckle withholds an English suffering,  clenched in fierce strain. my unsheathed hands, hurled spacelike,  knifing a worship. there