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


~Taylor Gray

Tuesday is around ten in the morning,

near the second day of the week.

It is stationary near an open window,

perhaps some dried roses.

Tuesdays are gardens and lattice, especially lattice,

painted white and shouldered by a tall, stately shrub.

It is brass teapots on deep window ledges,

cobblestones and the large white pillow

napping in the sunlight on your bed.

It is the yellow of old photographs,

and the book you’ve been reading on the grass.

It is a beautiful woman alone,

smiling to herself,

thinking about the date she has with Thursday,

a rendezvous of lampshades, musty books,

and the soft fall of rain on the leaves outside.

And of course there are weeks when he comes over,

and his thick veil of clouds waits at the door,

raining to pass the time,

strolling softly along the path by the house,

peering through the windows at her bright Sunday flowers.