Zephaniah; Paul Hoover, “God’s Promises”
Zephaniah does not hesitate to grab your attention. In the beginning: “I will sweep away everything from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord (...
Category: poetry
Emily Dickinson, “Doom is the House without the Door” (475)
Because you think something, you’re trapped; because I think, I’m trapped. One traps oneself in the same way light enters a house without a door: Do...
Gunnar Ekelöf, “Untitled”
Are you lonely—I repeat these words to myself. Once, twice, again. Slightly incredulous with each restatement and at the same time wanting to jump into a lake o...
The Folds of Love
I make fun of myself for wanting to be loved, but you won’t find a trace of that humor in my prose. Writing, as if it were a more powerful sort of memory ...
Robert Creeley, “Love Comes Quietly;” Terese Marie Mailhot, “…any power asks you to dedicate your life to its expansion”
Whatever Creeley feels in his short poem “Love Comes Quietly” sounds amazing. It doesn’t sound anywhere near self-loathing or panic, anywhere ...