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...
Ask Me What I [Don’t] Know

Ask Me What I [Don’t] Know

What do we see when we look at others’ faces? We notice the outward appearance, whether we wish to or not. Skin color, eye color, clothing, and so on, are apparent features that are obvious and difficult to pretend we do not see. What we cannot see or know from the...
By the Grace of God

By the Grace of God

                     I set the bottle down on the kitchen counter in an aggravated attempt to swat                     at the words accumulating in my mind                     like how the pan with leftover marinara,                                         from the...
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...
Day of the Lord & Co-pathy

Day of the Lord & Co-pathy

Day of the Lord You have this thing that begins as a wave, Hurried thing, it takes to task the columns of unconvincing elation.   Ever present regardless of the wind or the decisions of humane individuals eager for motive, and cause, and effect, and things...