[…] as fiercely. In the essay “Mt. Charleston on My Mind,” for example, Barber reflects on a near -death experience from her childhood when a massive boulder just missed flattening her family’s vehicle as part […]
[…] Ada Palmer estimates we know 1 percent of what happened five hundred years ago and that two -thirds of what we know is wrong. I have no reason to doubt her expertise—and every reason […]
[…] belt, face smeared with something red. I’m checking the expiration date on the back of a suspicious -looking soup can; down the aisle, a woman haggles with the butcher over a pound of lamb. […]
[…] holy is eclipsed by flesh. I pant in claustrophobia between the lady who snores and the gum -chomper, suddenly surrounded by bodies. I remember how, during my last pregnancy, the gurgle of stomachs, the […]
[…] toward us, fading coal of memory igniting into color, presence and invisibility becoming one, Christ choosing fishers -of–men on a heightened mural wall behind the rostrum. Here, our woes know no hierarchy, all grief […]
[…] when head and neck torque to investigate sudden disquiet, to say how, why, and can we re -member what happens in the flesh when God and we come to be . . . Note: […]
[…] version of this poem here. O, preening angels, voyeurs of bright and burning things, of underbuilding flare -ups and flaming caved–in tinder, whose breathing—plumed, infernal, unforgiving—sweltered her last daybreak with unholy invocation— Please, if […]
Listen the Out Loud version of this poem here. How that late sabbath afternoon you sat cross -legged on their lawn, Elder S at your side, the couple just across, their backs to her […]
Listen the Out Loud version of this poem here. In his artistic agony,diamond drops of bloodcovered Christ’s chiseled body,sacred sweat shimmeredin the light of the Passover moon.The Son of God, an altarpiece,in serene pain and…
[…] was the Black Hawk War? Oh that. No, not by the new grandparent grave ten kids clean -cut and temple–topped. Not mine but close. No, not by the flat slabs of a family plot. […]