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, December 04, 2006


~Kevin Hart

Break open my words,
Break them,
But only the words I speak to you alone

Those words at night

Old words

O let anything there is of prayer
Find you

Crack them like cloves, o Dark,
Let all the silences between my words go up
With a perfume of evening and wine

With the caress of my wife’s small hand
When she’s asleep, O
When all my thoughts are fraying fast

But let the bitter words stay in my mouth
Let them stay here
With the dark blood of daylight words

I offer up
Those nights I fall through dark for hour on hour
And wake o Lord
With death and love both preying on my mind

O rest your fingers there, between their claws,
And wrench me hard:

Don’t let me set around myself,
Don’t let me die as me

I feel the darkness moving round me now
O Lord
Let it be you this time, o Lord, let it be you


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