A Poem from Kelsey May | PAROUSIA Magazine

  Your Hands, Instruments of God after Francesca Bell Oh, the mooring. The fishing boat stranded, sandbarred & unsaved. Who can salvage when each net is tangled in coral, when what is underneath & unseen is fated. Then the pierced palms. The feet calming the storm, no more waves, no more wind. How the moon…

A Poem from Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  LOVE AND A PHONE CALL I call you On the phone And as we talk Angels glow. We share secrets Like whispers of wind Reclining beneath Moonlit night. The outside world Is voiceless lightening And our shared Conversation Is like listening sky. As we speak Peaceful blue shadows Fill my living room And you…

Three Poems from Kelsey May | PAROUSIA Magazine

    Thirty Candles Burning   I never expected the betrayal, the dew so sweet I hit it under my tongue and didn’t tell a soul. Days passed, and I didn’t sleep. I untied all the ropes. The morning thistled but couldn’t tempt me. I brushed my hair with a gold-toothed honeycomb. The lion’s claws…