Amethyst Review

Gracia

I’ve been thinking lately
about the word grace

how it sounds in Spanish
gracia     how it starts

with the catch of a brief breath 
against the roof of your mouth

then a half-rolled r flutters
on the butterfly of your tongue

I love the way its first syllable
grows in your opening mouth

only to find itself 
ebbing in a sibilant whisper

and the way its ending
not quite two syllables

dances away in the air
leaving your mouth unfastened

unfettered     open
in wonder

gracia

all the sounds of the world
are in that word      spoken

time and again      in thanks,
in beauty     in prayer

Often addressing the malignant legacies of racism, misogyny, and religious trauma, Bett Butler’s poetry and short fiction have appeared in small-press publications in the U.S., U.K., E.U., and Canada. An award-winning songwriter and jazz musician (International Songwriting Competition, Artist Foundation, Independent Music Awards), she co-owns Mandala Music Production, where she and her spouse produce music and spoken word licensed for HBO, Discovery Channel, and more. Her upcoming album, “The Gospel Truth,” is a musical response to the rise of Christian nationalism. More of her work can be found at www.mandalamusic.com.

Island in the River  

I, like you, am a landscape 
of return   of languages-- 
a river’s home. 

This place of repair 
of lighthouses   of stone,
old growth forest just 

small enough to enclose me.
I like, you, am totemic
geodesic    ecosystem.

Place of convergence,
birch and sunflower.
You send me searching 

for lost languages.

Deborah Leipziger is an author, poet, and advisor on sustainability. Born in Brazil, Ms. Leipziger is the author of Tell Me, published by Lily Poetry Review Books. Her poems have been published in ten countries in such magazines and journals as The Bombay Literary Review, Pangyrus, Salamander, Lily Poetry Review, and Revista Cardenal. Her work appears in numerous anthologies, including The Nature of our Times and Tree Lines: 21st Century American Poems. She is the Founder of the Lexicon of Change, a web-based platform devoted to the words we need for ecological and social transformation.

Ashes of a Promise

Fire consumes the trees, taking the familiar—
 canopy, shelter,
 the sound of birds,
 the scurry of small lives
 in the brush.

What once held life falls silent.
 It leaves a black scar,
 nothing but ash
 where memory once stood.

But beneath the ash,
 the ground is not finished.
 Heat cracks open what was sealed.
 Light reaches soil that has never known it.
 Seeds long buried begin to wake.

The forest does not return as it was.
 It grows back changed—
 new trees,
 new life,
 claiming the space as home.

What the fire consumed
 was not the promise,
 only the familiar.

And even now,
 the earth remembers what was placed there—
 before fire,
 before loss.

Trisha Whipple is a 7th-grade Science Teacher who uses poetry to understand the world. Her poems explore ideas of faith and reflect on how those truths appear in everyday life.

First words   
       In the beginning was the Word

In the first light	
the faint clicking voices of the first
viruses spoke to the newcomer bacteria. 
God heard and understood 
and said, “This is good.”
Speaking in their popping language,
the Creator asked them what they were doing.
“We’re eating rock,” they replied.
God said, “I see. You are also creating
fertile soil,” and said, “This is very good.”
God called the chatter “Words.”

Over time, God heard words become music
from the mouths of birds,
warnings and celebration roared 
from the mouths of predatory animals,
and talk of problems, discoveries
and of the mysteries of creation
from the mouths of humans.
God says, “this is good.”

Elizabeth A. Hykes is a poet of the Missouri Ozarks who enjoys people, nature, music and reading poetry.

Pie Pellicane
for VM

Then shall the fall further the flight in me. -Herbert

i.
Light with extended wings
unhinged from sluggish dawn
came veering on
feathering waves,

sheering the way a seabird shaves
the wind,
dipping in obverse gleams.
Of each long crumbling dark

the hurtling arc
is like a pelican
skating its own unfazed

reflection,
grazing its mirrored
turns.

Water and light and seabirds
do with ease
what soul learns

hard.


ii.
The ocean baffles thirst
while lines the waves rehearse

stymie my ear
with more than I know how to hear:

light footsteps on the waves,
“It is I” in their octaves.

And how can mortal eyes take in
Christ passing in the pelican?

Watch how reflections totter
where Logos walks on water.

More than I can read’s twice written –
pelican on pelican.


iii.
On my incohesion, 
on my toss, 
on my submergence, 

walk across. 
I am the image faltering. 
Draw me so I'm drawn 

while I erase. 
So that my altering 

poises
in convergence, 

pace 
to pace.

Isabel Chenot has loved, memorised, and practised poetry all her remembered life. Some of her poems are collected in The Joseph Tree, available from Wiseblood Books.

Prepared

I am missing some of me, parts
that Spirit sent perfectly yet
omniscient knew would need
renew, the gracefully sculpted hip
two knees that learned to
freeze and lock, interrupted
ease, crushed to a pulp
pared breasts like 4H fruit
blossomed beyond proportion
a distortion a surgeon repaired
in fact, every modification
improved my life, what may
seem like strife a blessing

should we be addressing
as well the losses we can’t see
the divot in the swell of love
every baby brings, the pluck
the shuck of casual unkindness
the wreck of neglect and sometimes
the awful shudder of crimes mean
and deliberate, those calculated
forays to which none is immune
yet some disintegrate and flatten
while others accept a boon
and, since character fattens,
they have leapt beyond the battens

the soul has laid its course, the
constant plums that come disguised
can be a fortune that we mine
avoid recoil from the test, which may
lead us to our best, and nurture
the hallowed still intact (even when
we have been racked) as another
sort of prayer that will sift the glutted
air, rain benediction meant for you when
a throttling sends a surge that few
expect and cannot ride because fear’s
allowed to squelch the tide   all we
need resides inside for the taking

Rose Bedrosian is a California poet and artist. She received her B.A. in Literature from the University of California, Santa Barbara, where she edited the literary magazine Spectrum and won The Frank W. Coulter Prize for poetry. She was a first-place winner of the Santa Barbara Independent poetry competition. Her work has been widely published and nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is the author of the chapbooks The Anatomy of Answered Prayer, Sparkle in the Dark, and What the Spaniel Knows.

 
 "When you leave this earth, you will not
  be able to take with you
  anything that you have received... 
                       Only what you have given."
                          
-- St. Francis of Assisi

S C A T T E R

... Far-flung-- as if, at first strung
from the wind's nail, impaled
on its tempest of time
then freed-- unfurled-- to go
where the Profane 
courts-or-collides
with the ethereal Sublime-- 
either to descend or climb
such stairways, rung by rung.
Above, or Below-- so as to know
those regions where fate
might lure or lead, to then go on
in choice, as both Heart & Voice,
to become, Oneself, the breadth
& scope of an entire driven World.

Marlene M. Tartaglione is an artist whose creativity manifests poetry, children’s literature, visual arts. Her work has appeared in presses nationally & abroad. Ms. Tartaglione has won 4 poetry prizes, her work presented at venues such as the Brooklyn Museum, M.O.M.A, New York Book Fair. Her poem, S C A R E B, has recently been nominated for a 2025 Pushcart Prize. Ms. Tartaglione’s M.B.A. studies were conducted at NYU; Ms. Tartaglione also holds a B.F. A. from the Cooper Union, where she studied with poet/ educator/ scholar, Dr. Brian Swann.

A Prayer

Seconds are history’s dust
seen buoyant in sun-shafts.
We are present, all,
willing or not.

May our particles
be neither dirt, nor glitter,
nor lung-scratching refuse.
but clean silver
even gold,
that we might
reflect. 

Prudence T.K. Vasquez is a poet living and writing in her own quiet Rivendell amidst the misty mountains of southern Appalachia.

Ballad of the Sun’s Stagehand

CDB is a poet from NYC. You can read their serialized poetry collection, scapegoat lessons, on Substack.

Chasing Contentment

You elusive thing, you
essential element of the ordered soul,
paragon of the unhindered life—

You are sedentary, yet I must chase you;
selfless, yet you give of yourself only with struggle

with hard struggle

and so quiet I must drown the world’s enfolding noise 
to hear you whisper ancient wisdom.

Your modest presence adheres to no trends
and seeks no compensation from your followers.

You could never turn a profit
in these days of endless want.

Would that I could slow
my chase enough
to find you.

Annelise St. Clair is a writer and higher education program manager in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her poetry has previously appeared in The Harvard Ichthus.