Incommunion Poetry Archives – Page 2 of 2

by Aaron Haney I read about the fall of a bishop today It makes me sad and prone to wander I took...

by John Kosmas Skinas Tulips! How short lived, like a burst of repentance breaking through the dirt. Daylight comes sooner, but I...

Eyes By Vincent van Buuren I stand behind the table of brass in front of the icon of the Most Holy Mother...

1. she held that spoon between her splay of fingers curled around the lunch she was trying to direct into her mouth....