As a child, when I closed my eyes to pray I saw a hissing wall of TV snow. Jennifer L. Knox I remember when I started to pray. I was young and prayer involved swinging in the park in my neighborhood and singing church choir songs at the top of my ...

Taking a walk with Ada Limón Instructions on Not Giving Up Patient, plodding, a green skin/ growing over whatever winter did to us, a return/ to the strange idea of continuous living despite/ the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. From Ada ...

The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes. - Mark Nepo Perfect Time I am fascinated by nature’s perfect timing. Flowers bloom. Tides roll. Rivers flow. The moon waxes and wanes. The sun shines. It all moves in d...

EXERCISE 007 — REMEMBER ACROSTIC [Write a 12-line poem using only the letters in your name.] I took a few liberties with this exercise, so it is not truly an acrostic. Every letter used does come from my name. I have decided I love its impe...