Pietà
By Poetry Issue 107
Your heart stands wide for all to enter in: it should have been a door for me alone.
Read MoreLadders of Paradise
By Poetry Issue 107
do these monks with their straight lines / and right angles have the only franchise?
Read MoreLast Words (Death Row, Texas)
By Poetry Issue 107
Last words from death row. “I love you endlessly, my honeybird.”
Read MoreSeer Stone
By Poetry Issue 107
Two women, in separate instances, each blessed and healed a child in her care. Neither of these women had ever discussed the blessing with anyone before for fear it would be considered “inappropriate.” Another woman gathered her sister’s frail, cancer-ridden body in her arms and blessed her with one pain-free day.
Read MoreCorcomroe Abbey
By Poetry Issue 107
Of course, we too came here / hoping to be cracked open, amazed.
Read MoreMausoleum for a Scorpio
By Poetry Issue 107
‘Speak to us of poetry and politics,’ / he said to me from his seat in the audience / as I was on stage.
Read MoreMater Misericordiae
By Poetry Issue 107
I lifted the calendar from / / its nail and thumbed through the other Marys: / a stylish Guadalupe radiating needles / for October, Michelangelo’s marble / draped in the corpse of Christ for March
Read MoreTo a Shelf Fungus in Acadia National Park
By Poetry Issue 107
Is it possible / that your experience / is a form of joy? / Or a word for joy, / in an unspeakable / tongue.
Read MoreFor Judith
By Poetry Issue 107
Katherine Mooney Brooks on art, illness, and the failures of the body
Read MoreBabel
By Poetry Issue 107
We played a word game on the mountain, / spelled cuneiform, spelled thoracic: / / the game’s strict rules / encourage motion / / up through thistles, saffron, / yellow stains
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