The Journal

by Joe Bisicchia Amidst the fallen space junk a bronze serpent maybe,or not,exaltation of the Holy Cross, with God something Read more
December 15, 2020                             Volume 5: Issue 3 Read more
by Suzanne Eaton He gave me the most alluring water fountain--tan rocks and blue crystals layered on a bed of Read more
by Christina McCaul My favorite time of day is early morning, when remnants of civil twilight slowly begin to fade Read more
by Chelsea Elizabeth Samson When I was a little girl,My mother told me that pain was a woman's gift.I remembered Read more
by Greg Feezell I can’t say “She’s in heaven.”I can’t say “She’s not in heaven.” Only this: “Yesterday, I saw Read more
by Sarah Law Welcome God comes to me in daily irritants:a tepid splash of dirty laundry water,a cobweb resolute against Read more
by Andy Conner The Sikhs’ magnificent Harmandir, or Golden Temple, is the centrepiece of the temple complex in the holy Read more
by D. Walsh Gilbert As soon as I droppedmy flip-flop into Charlestown's Atlantic, knee-deep in outgoingtide, it was gone, and Read more
by Rachel Racette Today is a good day. Today I woke with the sun and spent a few minutes basking Read more
by Courtney Cameron In my father’s closet, catacombs,Upon the dusty, sacred wall,A humble hammer, aged, hangs With broken stubs for Read more
by Matthew Miller I’m sipping tea this afternoon. Some sons nap.Another asks, Daddy, spell special for me. I have no Read more
by Bryan Grafton      “How much farther Grandpa?” “It should be up ahead just a little ways. Not too much Read more
by Karen Lynn Woo Justin and Josie, 17-year-old twins, stood arguing in the kitchen about the recent election. Although they Read more