A Poet and Her Owls: A Book Review of Blue Between Owls by Daye Philippo
By Heather Cadenhead When I opened the package containing Daye Phillippo’s poetry collection, Blue Between Owls: Blue Chore Coat and Other Collected Poems (Codhill Press, 2026), I was delighted to find a perturbed owl, courtesy of cover artist Elizabeth Cline, practically glaring back at me—silent but self-assured in a sea of milky blue. I became better acquainted with that owl—and the other animals and humans that feature in the poet’s life—as I moved through the collection,
The Meaning for the Hebrew of This Word Is Uncertain—Anna Friedrich
By Anna Friedrich I want to believe You care about the colors I recently painted my kitchen. It’s where we always sit and it wasn’t Bezalel alone designing your home. You said Make angels dance across the curtains inscrutably. You said Purples and blues, yes! will hold my Presence in just the right saturation. You must remember – I do – how detailed your directives read, how every generation since knows of arc and pitch, of rings and poles and a shimmering bowl — a sea of i
It Takes a Trinity: Human Bentness, Lenten Communion, and Grace that Meets Us Early—Timothy Jones
By Timothy Jones As the saying goes, there was more to the picture than just the wall behind it. Even a little drama. In the photo I’m smiling, pushing myself up from my tummy on my baby-fat laden forearms. Someone off-camera—Mom or Dad, maybe a very enthusiastic stranger—has caught my attention. My parents kept the tarnished gold-framed picture on their dresser throughout my childhood. You can tell that I was loving the attention, staring out at the world with an infant’s in
