By Richard Mather “Stuck in this uneasy station, what else To do but to let these words I write (Knowing that you, Son of God, Will never...

By Richard Mather       Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain   You must wait for courage or grace but fate Is stubborn. Waiting is very...

Contraction After the fusion of blood and tree, I descended, the voice of derision singing in my ears, past the wet-green eyes of my...