Issue 122

Along with astronomy, Maker’s work borrows from biology, physics, chemistry, and—perhaps most importantly—geology.

Viewing all things inseparable—creativity and God as one and the same—certainly influenced my abstract expression.

Today the daughter I don’t have / draws a long green boat on a sheet of paper.

We have never wanted to touch the dead.

I had to shield myself / from beauty to survive it.

How do you remember a part of your life when it freezes up on you, when it makes a living corpse of you and you walk through your days dragging your feet, scarcely noticing anything around you.

the flowers give a scent of honey

Nadine swiveled toward the oddly familiar voice, seeking a face. All she saw at first were bare feet propped on an armrest.

White wood ripped from a tree

Outside our window the sky carryieth forth / its indigo routines