Redwing | A Poem by James Scott Smith

Redwing | A Poem by James Scott Smith

Redwing by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things Red Winged Blackbird sang of the expanse of all things, of the sacred emptiness of plain spaces. I walked beneath his melodic teaching three mornings as if I needed to hear it again and once...
Glass Jar | A Poem by James Scott Smith

Glass Jar | A Poem by James Scott Smith

Glass Jar by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things After the divorce and in the throes, I walked along the beaches of Southern California sunset after sunset. I collected stones and shells that I have kept in a hand blown glass jar I found...
Mystic | A Poem by James Scott Smith

Mystic | A Poem by James Scott Smith

Mystic by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things   If you are one the wild God wants for his own. If you are drawn into the silence, near the bottom, along the edges. If you have borne up under some great catechism and now are released...
To Be Thankful by Heidi Barr

To Be Thankful by Heidi Barr

I think it annoys God if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it. –Alice Walker   an excerpt from Woodland Mantiou by Heidi Barr It was late fall the year that my daughter was eight months old and didn’t care for the practice of...
Wood Stove by Heidi Barr

Wood Stove by Heidi Barr

an excerpt from Woodland Mantiou by Heidi Barr Two weeks ago, a lanky man and his assistant rambled up to the house bearing silver stove pipes and ladders and left two hours later as we gazed at our newly installed wood stove. We got it from a guy across the river...