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Peace is all thee is

HaTikvah – by Aviva Derenowski

The Israeli national hymn is called “Hatikvah” which translates as “The Hope.” It expresses the hope of the Jewish people to settle in Israel, and make it their home, after an exile of two...

Grace – by Jessica Lynne Henkle

When your father dies, sometimes you wonder if you'll ever feel okay again. But then you wonder if you can point to a time when you ever really felt okay, and you can't, so...

Kindred – by Catherine Klatzker

Her voice on the phone is hesitant, trembling, and I do not know her. I do not ask her name. I read your website, she tells me, and I knew I could talk to you,...

The Flood – by Jody Kennedy

The flood came without warning. A 500-year deluge, Biblical proportions, the end of times, they said. Punishment for our sins, our disbelief. Just once, forget about the apple and the garden, Adam and Eve,...

Eat Your Heart Out – by MJ McGinn

Hope is what makes your bones ache when rain falls in the spring. Those cracks in your vertebrae the only remnants of your D1 dreams. Hope is why it bites like an alligator when you...
suns suns suns here they come

Stalking Anacrusis, Staying Upbeat – by Laurie Klein

“Ana-what-sis,” you ask? Also translated “upbeat,” anacrusis signifies a pickup or lead-in: the notes and/or words preceding a song’s downbeat, like the “A” in “Amazing Grace,” or the initial, unstressed syllable(s) before a poem’s meter...

hope – by CD Chatlain

always looking beyond. not to this. not to now. but to what may come. to what may lie just past this horizon. what form its object takes is no matter, but that something take...

Mudslide – by Janette Kennedy

Danger brings us here, where the experts smile and say, “Just a little more time.” In their swagger, we let our secret seed out into the open, to bloom. It is a strong plant,...

Buoyed by a Bloom – by Anne Peek

I was startled into hope by a sturdy bloom. In a murky week filled with fatigue, overwhelm and heartache, I bought a small pot of Gerbera daisies, bright raspberry red to cheer me up....

Living in the Almost – by Michael T. Young

Hope is one half of the divided world. The other is apprehension. We are, in fact, haunted by the future as much as the past because we live in a distraction of expectation. Tantalus...