Growth

Growth

My pothos is planted in a pot Barely big enough but Almost too tall—the tips Of the leaves lace the lip And do not dare overflow.   It sits in the center of a side table. Two lamps tower on either side, A gold-rimmed mirror engulfs the wall Behind the space I had...
The Beauty of Creation Captured in Poetry

The Beauty of Creation Captured in Poetry

Empty & Full by Sarah Elizabeth Finch My daughter caught a fish. “A baby one,” she shouted and with glee swiped across her face she sparkled like the silver scales in the sun. But it was still too small. We gingerly placed its eager body trembling in the water and...
Stitches

Stitches

Each word I spoke undid our neatly stitched seam until a gaping hole loomed between us. I could still see beyond but as the days wore on the frayed edges waved­­­ and wisped in my hot wind until all I could catch was a glimpse of the man with whom I had once been one....
The Liturgy of Summer

The Liturgy of Summer

There’s just something about long, hot days pressing into cool, dark mornings. Sleepy heads roll over for just a few more minutes of shut-eye. Our bodies are allowed the slow start that the day brings without having to keep time to the coffee pot chimes, the alarm...