Stonework is published by Houghton College, a Christian liberal arts college located in New York’s rural Genesee Valley. Stonework seeks a diverse mix of mature and emerging voices in fellowship with the evangelical tradition. Published twice a year, the journal reflects the arts community at Houghton College where excellence in music, writing, and the visual arts has long been a distinctive.

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  • Issue 6
    Poetry by Paul Willis and Thom Satterlee. Fiction and interview with Lori Huth. Essay by James Wardwell, and student poets from Christian campuses.
  • Issue 5
    Poetry by Susanna Childress and Debra Rienstra. Fiction excerpt by Emilie Griffin. Art from Houghton's 2007 presidential inauguration and a forum on women writing.
  • Issue 4
    Matthew Roth--new poems. Diane Glancy--from One of Us and an interview. John Tatter-on gardens and poetry. The Landscapes of John Rhett. Stephen Woolsey--on the poetry of Jack Clemo. James Wardwell--on Herrick.
  • Issue 3
    Poetry by Julia Kasdorf, Robert Siegel and Sandra Duguid. Fiction by Tom Noyes. The portraits of Alieen Ortlip Shea. An anthology of Australian Poets
  • Issue 2
    Thom Satterlee - Poems from Burning Wycliff with an appreciation by David Perkins. Alison Gresik - new fiction and an interview. James Zoller - Poems from Living on the Floodplain.
  • Issue 1
    Luci Shaw — new poems with an appreciation by Eugene H. Peterson & Hugh Cook — new fiction and an interview

Monday, May 08, 2006

New Snow

James Zoller

It has begun to snow again
Dime-sized white flakes filling the air
as if they were swirling in the dense water
of a snow globe

The plow scrapes past with its circling amber light
and its blade that curls the snow back on itself
like revolving seasons

I sit at my table by the window
at the threshold of a new century
at the doorsill of a new millennium

expecting to write about myself and my times
expecting somehow a rush of ideas and voices

Finally, we take our lives and lay them out before us
taking whatever tools we have – paints, gestures, words
table knife or
scalpel – we begin to cut

Now the snow has tapered off,
the temperature drops. No one is on the street,
no sounds sift through the air.

This might be at the end of time,
the end of the world

But something tells me – reason, habit, memory
faith – that life must continue, that I
have a tool somewhere to stanch the bleeding


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