Sowers

Painting by Cynthia McLean


Catholic, Protestant
Which one of you bears his cross-
Fertilization
Tossing holy invective
“In the name of Jesus Christ…” Read More

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My youngest on the November hike. Photography by Amaya Engleking

As I sat on the holiday parade float with the choral group and sang “Angels From the Realms of Glory” my own little three year old curly blonde angel, who had been tossing out candy, decided she couldn’t hold in her pee a moment longer. So there we were: me holding her off the side of the moving vehicle as she relieved herself onto the street. Nothing like a good mooning from a lit-up, garlanded caroling parade float that says, “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!” Read More

Beloved


I’m a ragdoll, carried by my God.

I hear Jesus speak in a language I do not know.

He takes my limp hand in his, looks at my thumbnail and addresses the atoms by name.

I understand.

They are neither male nor female,

Like God or colors, Read More

Heart’s Hollow

Stunning. Like love…

Reflections on Existence

the world opensto take me in

with a delirious roll of thunder

as gulls cry saline tears,

to match the non-emotive hum

of the salted falls’ slow descent

into the belly

of the roilingsouthern seas.

stars brim

like phospherescent foam

surging below the bridge

of galatic gyroscopes.

and i come

empty-handedto you,

with a meek disrobing

of heart’s hollow –

you tenderly bend

to fill.

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©M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Common Ravens by Colleen Gara (2016 AudubonPhotography Award Winner)

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Mountain 

Photography by Peter Holme

Threshold. What it takes, the thunderous energy, impossible vitality, to get to a state of relaxation, a feeling that I have adequate energy and vitality… “You need a sail,” suggests Joshua when I tell him it feels like Tom Hanks in Cast Away trying with all his might to get beyond the surf and become un-lost. Sometimes it seems not worth the effort, the expenditure far greater than the reward.

I drove back home alone with the girls after a weekend trip to Denver to see my mom. Heading south, the blessing of a special on Paraguayan guitarist Augustine Barrios filled Read More