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

Wednesday, December 05, 2007


~ Debra Rienstra

Framed in museums she is translucent,
as if sighs could pass through her, soft-edged
as moon-glow, smooth as satined marble.
Serene, jeweled, inclined
in posed compassion, a lily-maiden face
upturned to answer politic desires.

We queen her, squared in two dimensions,
beg her to decant the watery pulp
of our prayers.

Her eyes close, her mountained belly
quakes, veed thighs shudder,
a glazed infant head
bulges the taut O
of mortal earth

She lifts him to her salt-streaked cheek,
her young mouth laughing. She frees her hair
caught tight in his unyielding fist.

In the rupturing witness
of our bodies, the clutch
of infant hunger,
she queens us.