Touch me, someone,That I might know you’re there! Greet me, anyone,So I am not aloneIn this dark, dark, darkness. I am begging,Begging for more than
Author: Ryanne
Ryanne McLaren is a lover of all things words, but feels a bit odd writing about herself in third person. A recent graduate of Biola University (B.M. Piano/organ performance) and the Torrey Honors Institute, she is passionate about uniting music and literature through theological intersections.
Ryanne is the founding administrator of Inkarnation Press, as well as her personal blog, ABookishCharm.com, where many of her stories, poems, and musings can be found. When she isn't reading or writing, Ryanne enjoys songwriting, running, traveling, and coffee-shopping.
VI. The Deaf Man (7:31-37)
I cannot tellWhat these gestures mean.Why do you all waveYour hands at me? I can only guess atThe words on your lipsAnd can only makeVain attemptsTo
V. The Paralytic (2:1-12)
People just keep goingAround, across, Any way they can.Directionless,They do not notice the manWho motionless,Waits. They step over me, Their limbs stretching usefullyEven as they
IV. The Leper (1:40-45)
Unclean,I hide myself.Lest I am seenAnd sent away,Purged from the cityWhile dogs and rats are allowedTo stay and hide in its alleys, Infect its crevices.
III. Jairus’ Daughter (5:35-43)
As so often happens, life took priority over poetry. Indeed, I fear this is one of the reasons I am not destined to be the
“Jubilate”: A Joyful Noise for a Turbulent Time
Recently, I had the joy of reviewing an original folk album by pianist and composer, Mary Vanhoozer. My review can be read on the Transpositions
