Fifth Anniversary Issue 2010, Poetry

Amputee of the Red Sea

by Melissa Dalton-Bradford

2009 Poetry Contest Honorable Mention October, 2007 Sharm el-Sheihk, Egypt  “But the Children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left.” Exodus 14:29    I’m watching bodies  from where I sit at the end of [...]

Fifth Anniversary Issue 2010, Poetry

Hannah

by Melissa Dalton-Bradford

2009 Poetry Contest Third Place Thanksgiving, 2009 Munich, Germany   “For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of him: Therefore also I have lent him to the Lord; as long as he liveth he shall be lent to the Lord.” 1 Samuel 1:27-28    She wept [...]

Poetry, Spring 2008

September Morn

by Melonie Cannon

Dawn rides the morning air over silent houses and abandoned gardens, flickering light along the edge of the windowsill, ushering in my grandmother’s fearful cry. Like a crumbling yellow leaf dropping suddenly from an ancient oak, the stillness shudders and startles me from my dreams. I find her, golden, warm and white. Eyes, closed as [...]

Feature Articles, Spring 2007

O My Sons

by Arlene Ball

My first child was an unexpected gift. I’d never really thought about children, and it didn’t occur to me that I could be pregnant. I had no idea how that big watermelon-sized lump in my belly was going to get out. No one told me about birth, and I never asked. I was that ignorant. [...]

Essays, Fall 2006

Heavenly Gifts

by Melanie Jex

“MELANIE, ELIJAH DIDN’T MAKE IT.” Those were the first words I heard as I drifted back into consciousness. I tried to respond—to tell him that I knew, I understood—but no sound came out. There was something blocking my throat; it hurt. What was it? I tried to reach and pull it out and hands stopped me. [...]

Fall 2005, Poetry

Hands

by Valerie Nielson Williams

I walked into the room where you were; You looked so peaceful, resting there. So natural, like you’d looked many times over the two decades I’d watched you sleep. I leaned over and kissed your lips still warm, But not reciprocating now. I smoothed your snow-white hair with my hand. By small measure my heart [...]

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