Poetry Articles

By Ingrid Dornbirer Where is darkness when I need it most? I must drown out the voice That now means nothing, For hope is dead and faith is scarce. Hide, hide; the light is blinding. Where it shines I cover my face With my weary hands, Stained and scarred. My heart is...

Oh, my child, running from my garden, do you wonder at what you left behind? Oh, my child, now hiding from the darkness, wishing for a refuge, do you hear the whisper in your storm? Come back, my child— back into the garden, for between these walls, beneath my trees,...

I lost myself in the mazes of my mind. I forgot the world around me in the whisperings of my heart. There was so much to hold me captive in the realms no one could see. Soft glowing windows; laughter and song. Cold moonless streets; betrayal and fear. Tattered...

You might think that the villain I’m going to describe to you is something I have known, seen, and felt personally. You might think that the enemy on my mind is something as sorrowful as sin, grief, or the stony, unsteady roads of writer’s block. But I am going to...