By Marian Glaser © April, 1998 Picture Link When David woke up he felt joy, happiness, energy. He’d climbed out of the fog that had...

By Marian Glaser © September, 2002 Picture Link One small touch of red and the name repeatedly said does not make crab of this pollock...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link With apologies to Mathew 5, 3-10 Blessed are the poor in Spirit who do not force their sense of...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link They did not like what I said Or failed to say - Profited it may be Though not from me Since I had...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link The gulls came silently Unannounced: For the eyes only. A skylark landed on the river's stones More...

By Marian Glaser © October 2004 Picture Link When screams awake me I know where I am: not in some Hell depicted by Bosch but in this...

By Marian Glaser © December, 1997 Picture Link We show only part of what we are. Inside each human a world of memory masses, making each...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link The lips that bite the tip of the tongue, The teeth that cure the nails of their size, The foot that...

By Brain McClorry, SJ © Picture Link Half awake in infancy The names around me, Quite inexplicably, Were of fields - Petersfield,...

By Marian Glaser © November, 2001 Picture Link Laura inhaled the aroma and curved her hands around her coffee mug. She had awoken three...

By Jenny Buzek © February 5, 2003 Picture Link Bright city lights evaded at last Darkness envelopes me The hush of the night pierced By...

By Jenny Buzek © July 21, 1998 Picture Link Her full voluptuous body emanates from beneath her flowing robe She is sensual yet wholesome...

By Brain McClorry, SJ © Picture Link If He is to go, then we know The Three will have to ask them And they may not take it kindly, He no...

By Marian Glaser © 1978 Picture Link Each human is walled in. Bricks of cliches are laid on bricks of assumptions, mortared with fears...

By Marian Glaser © April, 2000 Picture Link I have to wire my Christmas tree to the ceiling or Chumly will climb it and yowl as it comes...

By Marian Glaser © 2010 Picture Link Charles, the now pale green mouse, wished he’d stayed out of the house to get the bottle of dye. Now...

By Brian McClorry, SJ, © Picture Link The owls dance along the branch. A chorus line of yellow eyes Got up in dusty plumage With quiet...

By Marian Glaser © 1998 Picture Link There was a calf called Ferdinand who stared at the foals racing all over his owner’s land. He...

By Marian Glaser © January 2005 Picture Link My life path will meander pleasantly along a sunlit brook wandering through tree shaded,...

By Marian Glaser © 2000 Picture Link I like the smooth mathematical precision of tulips, the chaos of rose petals spiraling unrestrained,...