American Altar: Poetry, Gun Violence, and the Gods to Whom We Sacrifice
We Americans are much slower to see the idols of our own times and cultures.
Racial Trauma, Resilience, and Poetry
This is a tribute to the enduring struggle of intergenerational racial trauma and the extraordinary resilience that has accompanied it.
Yesterday, Today, and Forever?
As they alight Charlottesville, Virginia
With their fury
We wonder what clothes did their ancestors wear
Under their bright white sheets?
Sixty Percent
Sixty percent is a supermajority,
who took time out of their busy schedules,
who needed to make a statement,
who wanted to leave a legacy,
who knew exactly how and where lines must be drawn.
So much good c...
Sometimes I See
Sometimes I see
That flickering light,
Sometimes I feel
The earth in motion,
Or maybe it’s a stillness
Beyond stillness.
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Hating Religion, Loving Jesus: A Well-Meaning False Dichotomy
This week has seen a new viral sensation take over our computer screens. A spoken word artist who goes by the name Bball1989 released a video on YouTube that has, in less than a week, received more than six...
"A Trumpet Now Sounds" & "An Unspoken Leap"
A TRUMPET NOW SOUNDS
A trumpet now sounds
A horn now beckons
For all to break free
From Babylon
The word has been sent
From the most holy mountain
And found echo in the depths
Of the unending seas
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Redemptive Poetry on a Night of Violence
It is Sunday night, and I am suddenly awake at the crack of too-close gunfire. I creep to the window without turning on the light, more curious than afraid until I remember I don’t know if my daughter Miran...