Poems of the Week

The Whole Array


This life isn’t about

slicing off the parts

I don’t like to be

left with those I do.

I choose the whole

array—night and day,

ease and its opposite,

the squeaky wheel

and the grease gun.


Push any pice of

life away, and a key

that could have

opened a door is

lost, tossed out with

the trash. I pray for

the courage to receive

the full catastrophe,

however it appears

to me, without

needing to push back.


by Danna Faulds



Joy For No Reason


I am filled with quiet

joy for no reason save

the fact that I’m alive.

The message I receive

is clear—there’s no time

to lose from loving, no

place but here to offer

kindness, no day but this

to be my true, unfettered

self and pass the flame

from heart to heart. This

is the only moment that

exists—so simple, so

exquisite, and so real.


by Danna Faulds