Last week I threw out my succulents.There was no funeral.Traces of dirt marked the glass,Evidence of my failed efforts.
Maybe I tried too much.Maybe I shoul...
I saw God after work the other dayhad to pull over, just come fromCumberland Farms with my slushie.Yes I was sweaty, I had a little dirtin my nose on my teeth,...
anastasize! uplift me to your breath
(from down below where i have scribbled out,
in argent lead, the cage ensnaring death).
but snatch me when my rust...
As my eyes glance around Widener's reading room, admiring the seemingly endless rows of bookshelves and the large empty space, I realize I've never felt so clau...
I don’t remember the first ten times I moved place. Before I could walk, I flew. I know nothing of my first house, except that it was in Scotland; I saw my seco...
The day I buried my grandma was hot and humid, like almost every day in Singapore, and the funeral home prepared large golf umbrellas for all the mourners to be...
Love III
by George Herbert
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my ...
the hospital bed on which I lay
(the iron bars
behind which I stay)
snagged here to suffer a great loss,
amputated leg to be my crux
so I devise a st...
And Lo, darkness was
On the face of our deeps. The
Spirit fluttered, breathed.
And breath became word,
And the word was spoken. And
We heard and cried ou...
During our first staff meeting of the Spring 2015 semester, the writers of the Ichthus wrote haiku. Please read the seventeen short poems below!
First Icht...
