Psaltery & Lyre




Broken, and again broken, / sick and scraped, my Tree.

Emily Observed

There is an ineffable green / and there is no justice / in minimal effort and lack of vocabulary.

prayer for improvement

show me how to / sound in the world, / how to / speak with a voice patient / as weeds, expectant as wheat


Malice became the word we wanted / to drink from, the long-stemmed glass / you broke by squeezing your fist, / the tart wine I poured on the wound.

Suppose There Were Light

Suppose you were a pilgrim / chilled beneath your heavy tunic, / your village receding / as your steps carry you farther / than you have ever traveled.

Book Review: Litany of Flights, by Laura Reece Hogan

Laura Reece Hogan’s award-winning collection of poems, Litany of Flights (Paraclete Press), draws us into a watercolor of words where the material world she vividly presents bleeds into another world, one invisible yet powerful in its beauty and Providence.


I live now in a land of ritual courtesies. / There is gentleness, mi compañera. Is it that way in / / The ghost world?

When You Fell

Did you sense / a chill before you ascended that ladder / your pupils growing in the barn light / your child hand gripping rail

Thou Shalt Not

I want to die to see what it's like, then / come back again and tell folks what I saw

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