Painting by Tamara Natalie Madden

Suppressing evil,
The power to extinguish
Cannot hold light to
The power to relinquish
Sourced from a childlike wonder Read More



Painting by Julie Robertson

Your tangled blond curls and indigo snow boots as you sit, legs outstretched on the library floor

Maypole ribbons of language flaring from the page to touch your vast eyes and lioness laugh at all the good parts

The other kids lean on you — their protector — sensing you see what they cannot yet

Qohelet wisdom, and fear– a Serengeti carcass  Read More


My docility seeming fragility
Have been spread too thin
Fear cracking high-altitude skin
Exposing the damage caused by elemental sin;
This is not how it’s supposed to be, friends,
Taking directives from directionless men and other dead ends.
We are Read More


Mixed media drawing by Carne Griffiths

The exhaustion cuts, shards-of-broken-mirror style, contusions in the psyche realizing there have been twenty-eight jobs in fourteen years since I started my first at age fifteen. (To Joshua’s twenty-three since sixteen.) My mind experiences it most acutely, always trying so hard just to pay rent and maybe eat something, and of course the incessant criticism that chides, “And you’re glorifying God, how exactly?” Then the body manifests the fatigue, and at last the spirit gives in. And I’m not even counting the nights at Ralph’s in Costa Mesa where he would take glamour shots for eighty bucks, or making aspen bar stools and scattering the wood shavings in the forest, or dealing Texas Hold’em Read More


Photography by Cindy M. Diaz

I crowned twilight with the breath of the mountain, diphthongs down the valley.
I found my flight on this diadem, opening mouth to allow vowels out
I wound them up with streams of clouds into a timbred halo, Read More

Tribal Land

Driving north of Ignacio, the blue star kachina and the angled faces of Chimney Rock, cabbage and carrots shredded into Planck-slaw: the frequency so low it twirls in no pattern.  Quanta emitted from this body therefore is great, hot, and feels like Read More

Climate Change

I want to awake at dawn

And with the finality of the seventh day, say:

“It’s done.”

(Or better yet) have no memory of that

Long night.

I want the culprits of sex-traffic to awake

Beating their own breasts

Compassion like filial love pours forth like

Virgin blood. Read More