Nonfiction essay from Dan Morey
A Vatican Adventure
By
Dan Morey
“Are you sure we’re allowed to see the pope?” said Mother, as our bus rumbled along the Tiber. “We’re not Catholic.”
“Of course we’re not allowed,” I said. “If the Swiss Guards find out we’re Lutheran they’ll spear us on the spot. Just last week they beheaded a Methodist on charges of ecclesiastical espionage.”
“Haw, haw.”
We got off at Castel Sant’Angelo, and made our way to St. Peter’s. The approach was designed to be awe-inspiring, and it is. As you walk the column-hugged piazza toward the towering façade and cathedral dome, you can’t help but feel small—a tiny soul in God’s vast universe.
Poetry from J.J. Campbell
Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope
Poetry from Mahbub
Melody
The world itself a melody
where every instrument is playing with music
we sing together, we dance together
we laugh together, cry together,
die together, born together,
enjoy the whole item of beauty
with a melody that is going on always among us
proud of our birth
always hand in hand a splash of water
try to fly in the brown sky
time after time
run after the wave of the ocean
we wander on the grass, ponder over things
break the heart again built
stand together
fall dividing
all are fixed as if from long day and night
circling the ground there is a harmony
to bend on each other
to cross the unparalleled
beats the drum more loudly
that weaves the heart into melody.
Poetry from Nancy Schluntz
Earth Speaks
The day the earthquake struck
We danced with the moving earth,
Unaware that a short distance away
Lives were lost,
Buildings crumbled,
Cars crushed,
Roads buckled,
And the earth tore herself open.
Poetry from J.D. DeHart
Sucrose
Published at Poet Community
Sickly sweet
the swirl of today’s news
sitting on my empty
stomach. Syrupy
on my lips and on
the roof of my mouth.
An ideal that when tasted
does not blend so well,
overstaying its welcome.
Sucked through a straw,
then spat back out,
better left roadside alone.


