How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

Our leader called it a circle-story. The beginning of the video was about a little boy receiving a gift of soap in a shoebox. The closing...

I read these words this past week in someone else’s writing. My heart immediately jumped. Confirmation. Me, too. God called me to write,...

It’s a name straight out of the Good Book, and she is staying at our house this week. It’s Christmas break from college stress, from...

My mother left when I was 14. Daddy sat on the floor in a corner. He drank too much. But I had my six brothers and my five sisters. As...

The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up. A holy thing. My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them....