Faith in Literature and Art l Ruminate Magazine

by Debra Rienstra

So first thing after they moved in
the neighbors dug up Ruth’s old garden,
a front-yard oddity that had appeared —
shaggy, extravagant, sprawling — wherever
her springtime sweat cast its charms.

by Leif Peterson

    The worst job I ever had was walking Mrs. X’s dogs. But it was the job that introduced me to Jeff, and for that I’m grateful.