Issue 31: Always, We Begin Again2014 Poetry PrizeSpring Retreats

the RUMINATE blog

Rains, Wintering, Reins, Onion, Scribe: A Poetry Month Send-Off

Rains, Wintering, Reins, Onion, Scribe: A Poetry Month Send-Off

Poetry is a deliberate genre–one cannot skim or rush through the reading of a poem. It requires time and attention, things that there’s never enough of. So I appreciate that each April (aka National Poetry Month) we can be surrounded at every turn with things that ask us to simply take a moment. Read More »

Peace at the Bottom of an Exhale

Peace at the Bottom of an Exhale

Now I wear this coat,
silently making myself

all over again, shaped into
a figure beside the red water,
watching the sun rise, the green

coat over my shoulders, hearing
each step confirm my place…

—”Overcoat” by V.P. Loggins in Ruminate issue 28

When I was in college I had a friend who used the word “peace” in a way that annoyed me. Read More »

Notes on the Naming of a Daughter: A Mini-Manifesto on Myth

Notes on the Naming of a Daughter: A Mini-Manifesto on Myth

Our little girl was born at home, “from water to water,” as my wife says, safe and sound and all systems go.

Weeks later we faced blank lines on a birth certificate, which meant we had to end a decade-long conversation on girl names. Four simple syllables have never given us more trouble. Read More »

You Already Know The Ending

You Already Know The Ending

Many years ago, a mentor once told me that writing was a kind of boomerang. “Words have a way of circling back,” she said. “The words you put out into the world will come back to you tenfold—sometimes that’s a kick in the face, and sometimes that’s incredible karmic love.” While I had some inkling of what she was talking about in a newbie writer kind of way, it was not until I fell ill with a severe illness that her observation was eerily relevant and became the tether that saved my life. Read More »

Review: Asaph by Loud Harp

Review: Asaph by Loud Harp

Movement. Over oceans and over states lines. Airplanes in the sky and hitchhikers on the shoulder. Movement in our hearts and the movement of our feet. The bus to get across town and the train to get out of it. Towards or away. The road and the path. Travel and sojourn. We’ve all heard there’s somewhere we ought to be – on our own or with other pilgrims. Read More »

Everybody Has a Hatchet

Everybody Has a Hatchet

Jessica’s kitchen is warm and inviting with its buttery colored walls and clear countertops. At her birthday party this year, three of us stood in a semi circle talking: Jessica, her neighbor and myself. Jessica took a moment to explain to her neighbor how she and I knew one another, and it was then that she told the story of the first time her family came to our house for dinner.  We had just asked Jessica and her husband to act as godparents to our son, Chester who was being baptized in the Eastern Orthodox tradition. Read More »