by Minnie Collins
Here we are again
Reflecting, looking in the rear-view mirror
Romanticizing the “Dream”
Joining hands, singing “We shall overcome”
Loving Dr.King for “non-violence”
Loving Dr. King for Nobel Peace accolades
From America to Hiroshima and Toronto
Finally celebrating a national holiday. Renaming King County Continue reading Sunday Stew: Honoring the Dream
by Georgia McDade
I wish I loved you PERIOD.
I want to love you PERIOD.
But I love you BUT.
I know I do. Continue reading Sunday Stew: Loving You PERIOD
by Paul Nelson
January 1 too old
to be hungover you
unwrap the new year
like a new stick of butter Continue reading Sunday Stew: The New Year
by Felix Jung
When the snowflakes hit, it’s hard to tell
if I’m the one they cling to, or if it’s
one another. Flagrant lovers, they’ll bind
at any opportunity. There’s a solid inch
laid down, a frosted white that makes
all surface icing, all concrete cake. Continue reading Sunday Stew: First Snow
by Nicholas Gordon
Eight days the light continued on its own:
A miracle, they say, but not more so
Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone,
Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.
Within there is a mystic lake of fire,
Fuel-less energy, power uncelled,
Unmeasured fount of obstinate desire,
Hope burning, where no hope was ever held.
Invisible source of all that’s seen or seeing,
Unseen light that animates the void;
Unlit spark of indivisible Being,
Shard of One that cannot be destroyed:
To be so vast a miracle till death
Is why we struggle fiercely for each breath.
Continue reading Sunday Stew: Eight Days the Light Continued on Its Own
by Georgia McDade
I need to say something.
I have to say something.
I want to say something.
But I don’t know what to say.
I knew I would have to say something.
What do I say? Continue reading Sunday Stew: Not Knowing What to Say
by K.D. Senior
She reclaims her freedom,
as she leapt from the tower,
for fate, is a cruel lover,
it’s affection dour. Continue reading Sunday Stew: Flower