Posts Tagged ‘S. M. Pruis’
Poetry Friday: “In Song the Words are Fruit, in Prayer Blight”
Spring feels obscene in the face of grief, either anticipated or past, and the speaker’s observations in this poem give readers permission to voice that dissonance, to watch bloom, and to feel the weight of a stake driven into the earth while they remain slow in the bustling season, wondering quietly where the “rungs the light has laid down” lead and if they should follow.
Read MorePoetry Friday: “The Ruined Saint”
February 15, 2019
This isn’tJust a story. This isn’t justA reliquary for bones that no one found. Mystery hangs suspended in Jack Stewart’s poem “The Ruined Saint.” Like the “gemmed rosary” of blood that drips bead by bead “between his toes,” the poem trickles down the page slowly and occasionally submits to stillness, creating space for marvel at miracle and marvel, too, at…
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