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, May 05, 2008

The Artist at Work

~Hannah Steensma

He’s so far away, I can’t even reach him

As she wanders his mind in a low-cut blouse

And I leave him alone with the muse

Angling her shoulders just so, a terrible shame

If he didn’t know the curves and depths

Of that flesh, so welcoming and other.

I can see in his eyes when he’s been with her

Stealing and embellishing each memory-walk.

I fear what she whispers to his heart

As he strolls the spring-like cement path

With perfect words so well devised

She offers what he won’t refuse

So safe behind his eyes she hides

While I am stuck inside that gaze.

Does my lover see only her

This distant other-figure sprawled

Across imagined marriage bed?

Eyes locked on me as he wakes

From that glazed stare, starting,

Her figure dissipating in air

So solid and thick between us.