I want to make it spiritual
but only remember bouncing,
barely balanced on the slick
rubbery hull of a dinghy
near Caño Island, Costa Rica.
I am one in a row of divers
waiting for the command
to roll backwards into the ocean.
I stare at my blue fins,
tuck chin to chest and tumble
unquestioning into deep water.
There’s a rush of bubbles,
a predictable miracle:
I am upright and balanced,
free to descend.
Tina Quinn Durham is a poet, artist and musician living in rural Arizona just north of Mexico. She received her MFA in Creative Writing from Arizona State University, and has been a poetry editor at Hayden’s Ferry Review and Sandcutters. Her work has appeared in Space and Time, 2River View, The Boston Review and elsewhere.
Jack and I are planning an early winter vacation. Lord willing, we’ll trade some of the short, dark days of December for tropical breezes and warm sunshine. Mmm… we’ll linger over morning coffee in the dappled shade of a palm tree, wiggle our toes in the powdery sand and float blissfully on the turquoise waters…
For decades, John Longhurst has been spilling gallons of ink in columns and sundry articles for The Winnipeg Free Press and many publications from North America to Australia and parts between. All deal in some direct or indirect way with faith and religion’s interaction with society. His 2006 book, Making the News: An Essential Guide…
My sister cares for her dying friend. /
Between chemo appointments /
they watch Netflix together . . .
Philip’s Story (Act 8: 27-28) Turns out you can’t put this work into boxes. They hired me as a waiter. One of the food logistics team. The leaders were finding it difficult to balance preaching with the community needs, so they chose me and Stephen to look after food. But nothing stays neat, not when…
Recently my 90-year-old mother completed a challenging 1000-piece puzzle, a collage of photos based on the Battle of Arnhem. The difficulty level sparked a real sense of accomplishment as the scenes emerged. Occasionally I’d help her; we’d whoop with abandon when an elusive piece was finally placed. Mom relished fitting in the odd colourful detail,…
last night / who pops up in my head? / johan / slender little johan / i wish / we had grown up together
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