Poetry
Anya SilverApril 29, 2015
“I am rebegot/ Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.” — John Donne, “A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day” Again and again, from nothingness I’m born.Each death I witness makes me more my own.I imagine each excess line of mine erased,each muscle
The Word
John W. MartensApril 29, 2015
Still reeling from the trauma of the crucifixion and then the shattering of all earthly expectations by Jesus rsquo resurrection from the dead the apostles trying to make sense of the common Jewish beliefs regarding the Messiah and the apocalyptic establishment of God rsquo s kingdom pose a simp