Once Upon a Time there was a woman. and she lived. Prince Charming never thundered on his mighty steed from a castle over the hill to...

I. Single The futon’s fabric was bare; the stuffing was shot through with collapse from our sitting lap-stacked in the center. One...

If we still had house churches today, I’m sure they would be adorned with family size bags of Cheetos, air pods, satellite dish...

After dinner, the adults chat. I don’t know what they discuss. Their children make demands of me— Bring seven shells down from the...

I’ve loved the mourning dove since I was a child— The soft, suffusing sound that always calmed Me then as it does now and must calm,...

Thick rainbow chard and yellow corn; We run past the market tents To where the light hangs over the river In eternal September....

The raindrops dribble down the shopfront panes while back behind the counter the barista drips her own creation in handled earthenware...

every night we become master burpers, sooth sayers, rockers; our prayers go straight up every night we lose our breath, our pace ...

(A Clogyrnach) Ripples whisper through fields of grass At nightfall when no footsteps pass Over this bare hill Where I linger still—...

Four-year-old David who has Downs snuggles into three-year-old Tommy’s chest like a Maine coon cat. He pets Tommy’s head flubs his...

Half-uncial script letters almost as tall as my thumb the same thumb that drew a Cross with Holy Water on an infant’s forehead this...

There’s a time of day, just before night becomes, in which I feel powerful. I could take on the entire world, during this brief ...

Every year, hundreds of presses nominate poems, short stories, and novel excerpts for the Pushcart Prize. Pushcart Press has been judging...

Nicholas Samaras was born in England and has lived on the island of Patamos, in Wales, Switzerland, Austria, Yugoslavia, Jerusalem, and...

This poem previously appeared in Issue 7 (Fall 2001) of Ancient Paths. After the Marvelous Healing by Walt McDonald Luke 5:25 His fists...

This poem was the third-place winner in Ancient Paths literary magazine’s “Poems for Books” Contest. Sister by Marion Rosser I want to...

This poem was the first-place winner in Ancient Paths literary magazine’s “Poem for Books Contest.” Beautiful Beloved by Linda Lee...

This poem was first published in Issue 15 (2009) of Ancient Paths literary magazine. The Last Breakfast by Anne Sheldon The black spine...

This poem was first published in Issue 14 (2007) of Ancient Paths literary magazine. Blessings by Taylor Graham Last night the horses...

This poem was first published in Issue 14 (2007) of Ancient Paths literary magazine and is now part of the archives. A Guide for the...