Springtime Romance
By Poetry Issue 113
On the decay of flowers. “I love the way they teach me to love / the things I can’t get close enough to.”
Read MoreWhat Might Be Most
By Poetry Issue 113
Perhaps all these / years God has denied me / the little grace / I hoped for in preparation / for the larger / one
Read MoreSarah’s Blessings (Or, Is There Such a Thing as Inappropriate Laughter?)
By Fiction Issue 113
She was pretty sure she was too crazy to be a mother, and when the yearnings showed up, every few years, they now passed quickly.
Read MoreFrom Internal Combustion
By Poetry Issue 113
“The old / cars had iron, the new, light aluminum / alloy, chromium, even plastic. / My father-in-law with Alzheimer’s walking / along Highway 6 to flag a semi.”
Read MoreParable
By Poetry Issue 113
“Parable, / which is to say / not an allegory. An opportunity / for displacement.”
Read MoreWhite Spaces
By Fiction Issue 113
When fiction leaves questions unanswered
Read MoreThe Anarchy of Love
By Fiction Issue 113
A story gets away from its author.
Read MoreMoving On
By Fiction Issue 113
What does an artist give up for art?
Read MoreHe Steals Sometimes
By Fiction Issue 113
Can a four-year-old understand stealing?
Read MoreWhat You See Is You: Rowan Williams and the Art that Surrenders
By Editorial Issue 113
The microcosmic richness of human identity is a reflection of the God who not only made us but sees us, knows us, and speaks to us. Our being addressed by the divine is an infinite well for human possibility.
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