By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya In death’s chokehold of despair and ranging fire of desire, in smashing murmur of the world, “Look for the Savior” I’m told. Who heard Nathaniel’s secret prayer, And called him out of despair? Who saw Zacchaeus on a…

By: James G. Piatt Beneath the shade of a Sycamore tree, looking at thoughts reflecting off the ripples of a blue pond, I hear the strident voice of a red headed acorn woodpecker tapping, “forget, forget, forget,” into the emptiness of…