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Marie Howe reads her poem “Magdelene—The Seven Devils”
Here again is Alicia Partnoy, this time reading from the work of the Chilean poet Marjorie Agosin, who escaped General…
Christian Wiman reads Mandelstam’s poem “And I was Alive”
Joanna Macy reads Rilke’s “Dear Darkening Ground”
Joanna Macy reads Rilke’s “Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower”
Christian Wiman reads Bringhurst’s poem “These Poems, She Said”
translation from Discourses of Rumi by Fatemeh Keshavarz Read the poem: To speak the same language is to share the…
translation from Discourses of Rumi by Fatemeh Keshavarz Read the poem: When His light shines — without a veil —…
Read the poem: When I see your face, the stones start spinning! You appear; all studying wanders. I lose my…
Grief comes to eat without a mouth. —William Matthews 1 Self-Portrait as the Scavenger Gull Here at the quiet limit of…
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not….
Wendell Berry reads his poem “Sabbaths – 1979, IV”
Listen to Wendell Berry read his poem “The Peace of Wild Things”
The grower of trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout, to…
Sometimes the refuge we need is not an escape, but a safe place to grapple with our hardest questions, and to challenge ourselves to be better.
As we turn the seasonal corner to the longest nights of the year, a reflection on the time we spend in the darkness, and what we can learn from it before turning back to the light.
A writer contemplates the hubris at the heart of the American experiment, and the painful but possible path that leads to our nation’s redemption.
Wise minds grapple with the tensions of faith and community, honor the resilience of a movement, and remember the love of family we often take for granted.
A white Evangelical Christian, and a Trump supporter, offers a gentle challenge: to put our preconceived notions aside, and understand each other more deeply than what we put on our ballots.
In our pursuit of justice, we must cling to what illuminates the darkness and keep the pain and indignation that fuel us from hardening to hatred.
A reflection on reimagining American identity, which may require us to break down our most basic assumptions about the society we live in in uncomfortable ways.
Even at our most broken and scattered, Mary Oliver seems to say, we can uncover new wholeness by examining each shattered piece.