“What the Living Do,” by Marie Howe

“What the Living Do,” by Marie Howe

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of....
Poem: “Pray for Peace,” by Ellen Bass

Poem: “Pray for Peace,” by Ellen Bass

Pray to whomever you kneel down to: Jesus nailed to his wooden or plastic cross, his suffering face bent to kiss you, Buddha still under the bo tree in scorching heat, Adonai, Allah. Raise your arms to Mary that she may lay her palm on our brows, to Shekhina, Queen of...
Poem: “Hymn,” a new poem by Sherman Alexie

Poem: “Hymn,” a new poem by Sherman Alexie

Why do we measure people’s capacity To love by how well they love their progeny? That kind of love is easy. Encoded. Any lion can be devoted To its cubs. Any insect, be it prey Or predator, worships its own DNA. Like the wolf, elephant, bear, and bees, We humans...
Poem: “Do Not Be Ashamed,” by Wendell Berry

Poem: “Do Not Be Ashamed,” by Wendell Berry

You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine round about you, and behind you will be a wall you never saw before. It will be clear to you suddenly that you were about to escape, and that you are guilty: you...