On Aging and Beauty

The morning blooms pale and pink, warm and thick. I am suddenly older. I roll over. A small body has found his way to my sheets. I stare at the curve of his nose, the way his hair wants to bend, his dewy lips. I never expected middle age to feel so much like revolution […]

The Psalmist’s Voice

By Naomi Pattison-Williams | Twitter: @NaomiWilliams87 I have a fair-weather relationship with the Psalmist. Oh, we have long sung in unison, My lips accustomed to the rhythm of Dwelling in the house of the Lord forever; Being led to green pastures; Lifting my eyes to the mountains; and Finding refuge under the wings of the Almighty. But they […]

How Galaxies Are Born

That first contraction came as a whisper beckoning me from sleep. In places deep and hidden there had been a shift, a pulling of thread. And in my waking I began to unravel. Like the sea before a storm, I roiled. So many waves rose and swelled beneath my bosom. Everything in me gripping, mooring, […]

As the Father of Daughters

by John Blase | @johnblase Some play this phrase like a card in the wake of injustices to blur their sin of not honoring all women. But this was never to be a game. For some of us those words—the father of daughters—were branded on our hearts the instant you were delivered to us slick […]

The Ache

The rain has stopped, for now. It fell in leaden sheets all morning, slanting hard and sharp. The gutters struggling to keep up. The ruts in the driveway filling to excess. The worms floating. But now the sun has broken through and the sodden earth attempts to rise. The air that hangs between them is […]