poetry

“Daddy, Daddy, I can’t see.” I reached up expectantly And looked into my tall dad’s face. Hoped to find on him a place To see what he could see, When I

A Light clothed once in darkness, A Hope put once to death, A Faith that once was shaken, A God who had no breath, A moan among the angels, A tremor in the

White wisps carried by the wind, Float uncharted trajectories, Waiting to be released back To the ground below–– Where wish-makers continue to blow. Lessons I’ve learned, Courage I’ve sought, Carried to

The world under a bluish-gray blanket Lies quiet and still as a child caught reading. She listens to the shudder of semi-trucks and mufflers Like a father’s obnoxious snoring. Bulbs glow ghostly

by Emily Bond weave your clover flowers into necklaces watch your goldfish crackers swim in their blue bubble bowl borrow your friend’s strawberry toothpaste that you somehow still taste fall asleep to

the joker & the queen, they said but they forgot the fool . . . the one whose face turned cherry red, and never kept her cool. the words she said never failed to fall on

Lost in a labyrinth Desperate to return To when I was carefree. Where has time hidden In this never-ending hide-and-seek? I’ve given up looking. Pleading with time to return To when I

Well-worn figures on a shelf, With shiny eyes and plastic faces And a quiet voice within That faintly calls from distant places, “Remember us, my friend! And the world that we have made

Let’s run together, you and I, Through the floral tapestry woven in the valley As pastel nectar drips down the sunlit sky. Leave behind the deadlines and the harsh times, The rumors

Look at God’s army, And you will see an army Of outcasts, Rejected by the world, Counted as worthless and hopeless, Cast out, and wandering among strangers With no place to call

Nomad— wandering the regions of my mind, holding your shifting, fluttering skirt close to your legs, and wading through a swamp of half-remembered dreams, like colorful garments glinting through the brine. Floating fragile

The waves tower above me; My ship tosses and flounders— Subject to the sea. Where can I turn my bow? My journey continues on— Destination thought, not seen As the wind tears my

My lover grows, twisting dark roots into my hair and under my arms like a broken embrace. False affection snakes ’round my ankles and smiling, whispers, “isn’t it nice to be held?

Lord, I see no fruit. The harsh wind scrapes Through my barren branches, And my leaves have long been withered, Leaving life and joy behind. In vain, the pale sun strives To warm

I'm a blue jeans kinda girl Not the bull ridin’, dust flyin’ rodeo, But the small town is my hometown, room to grow. I’m a ponytail every day kinda girl Not the

I cannot remember when I first loved The budding, blushing rose—the face of you. From the moment we met, my spirit moved Because God knew life is better with two. Do you

In Heaven, the angels gathered In numbers too great to count To watch a lonely figure Walking to the throne of God. He held his head stiffly high; His eyes shone in defiance;

I take long walks beneath the gently sprawling limbs of trees I did not plant myself, arm-in-arm with friends I did not plan to find, and know, and love. In between planning what

There are two birds That always fly together In the sky, Singing, laughing, and sharing life. We were they. Until one day You fell away. Left alone, I began to regret All the