Mitzi PierceJul 28, 2021The Beginning of EverythingYou do not need to raise your voice to be heard. Raise your words. Raise your art. Your voice is yours. You won’t be for everyone. You...
Andrew SeniorJul 20, 2021Midweek Small GroupNine knocks on the door and now scattered round the room, seven seated, one kneeling and one stretched out. Civil. Polite. Self-conscious...
Foundling HouseJun 23, 2021Circuit RiderThe radar pitch of the ice cream truck always rings disappointed—mawk eighth-note counterpoint rising, rising electric and sugar-songed,...
Jenna BadekerJun 15, 2021The Magnolia (or, Loveliness)Your wide leaves were your ruff Your plate-sized, milky blooms your crowning glory Your branches tall and far-reaching Years of work and...
Rebecca D. MartinMay 18, 2021MockingbirdShe is no one’s favorite bird. Her call is awful; I used to think it was the crow’s. Now I know, but, Oh! When I hear that grating...
Bryan McKaigApr 20, 2021Turning a Metaphor into a PoemI don’t consider myself a poet. Occasionally a songwriter, but barely that. The occasion of this poem was the commissioning of a new church.
Andrew SeniorApr 5, 2021A Poem for Bright WeekIn "The Passing Away World," I use images of light to point to the transient and the finite in the human experience; light that is man...
Anne OwnbeyMar 1, 2021Along the Trail of TearsChicasaw . . . Cherokee . . . Choctaw . . . Muskogee . . . Seminole . . . names echoing through history, remnants of once proud,...
Debbie MoodyJan 25, 2021AwakeningAs the earth falls into a deep slumber, we sit in anticipation and stillness.
Foundling HouseJan 12, 2021Bus Stop ChildrenEarly, risen numbly, they surface from the fog in pearl bas-relief, quick to lock unswerving eyes with the harried (spent, work-bound...
Rachel MosleyDec 1, 2020Small BirdsThree small birds, Brown and ordinary, Frequent our porch this October. Fat and round, They drink water from the dog's bowl, And the...
Foundling HouseNov 23, 2020Hope: We Do Not Say DeserveThis coming Sunday marks the beginning of Advent, the yearly remembrance and celebration of the coming of Jesus, the Son of God. It's...
Rachel MosleyNov 16, 2020Secret StoryIn the early days of our family, your grandmother had long brown hair and bangs and wore light-washed jeans, blousy shirts tucked in at...
Ethan McGuireNov 9, 2020Siloam Pool“A man called Jesus made clay, anointed my eyes, and said to me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash,’ so I went and washed in the pool of Siloam,...
ginagal32Oct 5, 2020The House Across the StreetShe spent the days at home with her small children. Some days were simply delightful. She played with them, read to them, and cuddled...
Andrew SeniorSep 28, 2020OriginOrigin For Katrine Present, as air and as possible to conjure, to craft. Though the heart believes itself still, maybe dead,
Nancy-Elizabeth WentzelSep 21, 2020[Un]masked2019 In algebra class, I have Just explained the quadratic formula, shown examples, Given both details and the big picture
Debbie MoodySep 8, 2020Hope and Forgiveness: A Trio of PoemsMy name was found, in a single book, placed outside my door. It shared my own captive story, In bleeding letters, cut and torn.
christopheryokelAug 24, 2020On The Problem of EvilI wonder if he believes in God, could believe in God after all the senseless misery he’s seen. It makes me wonder if I believe in God,
Jen YokelAug 3, 2020In Praise of LimitsYou do not have to be productive. The world does not depend upon Zoom meetings, deadline meeting,
Foundling HouseJul 28, 2020An Interview with Phillip JoubertAuthor's note: I’m so excited to bring you my conversation with my friend Phillip Joubert. Phillip is a rapper out of New York and...
William StarkJun 30, 2020On Plato and the CaveCalled broad of chest, yet broader still of mind, The gadfly’s pupil in Athena’s town, He, seeking truth beyond what shadows bind, Shows...
Simone StrangeJun 16, 2020Your Final WarningAs I watched my dad walk into the gas station, I rolled the window down to enjoy the sunlight. I was basking in the rays of the summer...
Nancy-Elizabeth WentzelMay 25, 2020I Am Not a GardenerI am not a gardener,” I remind my husband As we scroll through endless photos In search of our first house; After eleven years of...
Ethan McGuireMay 10, 2020Mother CharityCharity, great love, is the love of my mother. Agape. Selfless. ἀγάπη Worlds forever change. Situations are as tides. My mother is...
Ming-Wai SeligApr 27, 2020Free Indeed“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”...
Andrew SeniorApr 13, 2020Gethsemane: A Poem“Le Calvarie, Bretagne” by batigolix is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0 Loving a broken person has caused me pain. I lament for what could...
Kevin StillApr 6, 2020Dr. King Had A DreamMy wife and I communicate quite differently. Last night she spoke to a group of girls. She distributed paper hearts and instructed them...
Foundling HouseMar 3, 2020Double Poetry Review: Janna Barber & Chris WheelerWe make no secret of our love for good poetry here, and so we’re always delighted when those in our writing community release collections...
ginagal32Feb 17, 2020Furnace DaysImage by skeeze from Pixabay I walked out of school. It was raining. I was walking with one of the girls from my class. I knew my mother...
Lorraine FurtnerDec 23, 2019Moving ForwardI recently saw an ad for another Hollywood remake of one of my childhood favorites, Little Women. I read the book when I was twelve years...
Janna BarberDec 10, 2019As the Waters Cover the SeaSometimes the worst thing about being a self-employed artist is feeling like you have to convince people to check out your work.
Andrew SeniorDec 2, 2019Little While TrialsPhoto by Ryan Parker on Unsplash I felt them in my wife’s tummy before they even entered the world. I knew them when they needed us for...
Jeanine JoynerNov 12, 2019Illuminating ShadowsWhen I was young, my mother wrote poetry. As far as I am aware, she rarely wrote just for fun, but mostly as gifts for parents of new...
Chris WheelerOct 21, 2019bleeding in, bleeding outOrchid – Josie Koznarek All the time I knew you carried weight upon your back in every tremor when you spoke, in each “I could never…”...
Nancy-Elizabeth WentzelOct 7, 2019ChuckSunset, Izmir, Turkey 2019. Photo by John Palmer Gregg It doesn’t seem odd that you’re gone from the world; Rather, it seems impossible...
Chris WheelerSep 9, 2019On PoetryPhoto by Robin Spielmann on Unsplash As a believer in Christ, I struggle often with what feels like the split personality of faith, what...
Foundling HouseAug 26, 2019Save the DateFor quite some time now, we at Foundling House have been interested not only in putting worthwhile words together with discerning...
dkelly989Aug 13, 2019Two Poems by Devon KellyHe Will Make the Bloodroot He will make the bloodroot Blossom underfoot, Flowers white, unfolding Wherever you have looked For...
Nancy-Elizabeth WentzelJul 8, 2019On the Verge of Turning 40I teach high schoolers On the verge of graduation So-called “seniors” Who were children just the other day. Intoxicated with the...
Kevin StillJun 17, 2019Lamentations for TodayThis is a collection of laments I wrote for a worship service I led with a friend in my church. Modern worship is a bit too positive...
Shannon LiseJun 3, 2019Bottled Emotions“_DSC5537” by sayo-tsu is licensed under CC CC0 1.0 (On the Anniversary of My Mother’s Death) When I turned seven my mother began...
Bryana JoyMay 14, 2019What is Meant by the LandWhen an old woman says it, the plot of black earth where love has unfurled like the fiery feathers of the celosia, busting wet like the...
Nancy-Elizabeth WentzelApr 8, 2019We lost a babyI say by way of explanation To my colleague in the Math Department, A justification for the Discrepancy in the math: Five pregnancies...
Chris WheelerMar 12, 2019the death of fire“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to weep, a time to laugh; a time to mourn, a time to...
Foundling HouseFeb 27, 2019Over HeardMy daughter’s dance class: A brave octet of blue-clad torsos, all Delicate and strung tight with snare drum ribs. They gallop like crabs...
Janna BarberFeb 19, 2019Instead of a Silver SpoonThe cat in the cradle stole my tongue, and I’ve been silent ever since. “Don’t let go of those tears,” he said, with a grin."
Foundling HouseJan 8, 2019The Late Onset of GravityMiss Eloise’s signature was scrawled upon the check beneath Her dead husband’s printed name: Seventy-five dollars, given For someone...
christopheryokelJan 1, 2019The Contours of God’s FaceSometimes, God turns off the light so that you will learn your way back in other ways than the faulty maps and bad directions that...