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

Power Outage

~Eric Winter

Our eyes can’t adjust to this darkness

Thick and heavy

As a dictionary.

We have all suddenly begun to dream,

We have all suddenly begun to fill our mouths

With excuses,

Like a red-knuckled husband

Standing over his wife.

Thumbs hover above flashlight switches.

We are an audience unsure of when to clap,

Clouds waiting for weight enough to rain.

Outside, branches lay on their sides

Like a train wreck.

Voices scream as the wind fidgets,

Pollen in the air, bags of flour dispersed

Like love flowing through two hands.

A clock on the wall.

But in this room things are different.

We don’t dart about like fish,

Instead our heads droop like weak flowers

And gather as a garden.

We desire energy

Electrolytes to liven up our lives.

If only things were normal,

Like a book on a shelf

Or a child on a swing.

Our eyes won’t adjust to this darkness.

We will spend this time sitting in corners,

Our fingers raking our hair

As we cower beneath hums of wind

And needles of starlight.