Fall/Winter 2007, Poetry

Northern Torches

by Ruth Harris Swaner

Whistling, rustling, crackling sounds, frost-hardened snow of the heaven: Eskimos believe torches guide spirits journeying to the next life. Dark, far away, I see the sky open. A haze settles into a glow, gradually widening, striping the earth. Twisting contortions of mysterious light surround me. Fissures of red, white, gold, shine yellow, like glowing irons [...]

Essays, Fall 2006

Tender Hands

by Ruth Harris Swaner

THE EMERGENCY CALL shattered my peaceful world. An eight-inch rod, the size of a pencil, had dislodged from a piece of machinery with eighty pounds of pressure behind it. The rod penetrated the corner of my husband’s left eye, piercing his brain. Relatives were notified, arriving late that evening. We prayed together during the eight-hour surgery [...]

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