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

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Chasing the Blues

~ D.S. Martin

Search for what you've never seen trace
rumours of the bluesman said to play
in front of that delta five & dime lug
your microphones and recording machine
to catch & set free an endangered bird
Like grabbing an echo in your hands
grasp in the field what you've never heard
a beauty undervalued in the eye of its holder

Whisper to street corners what versions you know
of the shifting name of Blind Willie McTell
perhaps you'll hear near some Atlanta hotel
a voice in the wilderness an insightful guide
leading through the labyrinth of life's hard side
Within his lap is a dancing twelve-string
& a perfect map is within his mind
of every blind street he's ever wandered

Strain to hear the hum of the guitarist
straining strings over fast fists in an Arkansas
dance hall A toppling kerosene drum
clangs flowing flames dance to his rhythm
& the screaming crowd rushes out He runs
in for he can't afford to lose that guitar
now named for the girl they fought about
You follow strange routes chasing the blues