Writings on transcending social, psychological, and physical boundaries, and coming together in deeper connection with ourselves and each other.
The imprint a father leaves on his child remains. Parker remembers his deceased Dad and the values he imparted with a poem.
Can there be and should there be Holocaust poetry? A poet investigates the need for memory and retelling through a series of ekphrastic poems for Yom HaShoah.
The killing of three college students in Chapel Hill, North Carolina has shaken the Muslim community to its core. Omid Safi remembers the extraordinary human beings we lost and the pain that may lead to a new civil rights movement.
A poem about friendship and intimacy, waiting and being present in the moment that is heartbreaking and heartening in its song.
A biker’s view. (photo: Seth Werkheiser/Flickr, CC BY-SA 2.0
Is there a thing you used to love to do that you don’t do anymore?
Maybe on the way to work or home from work, for minutes or hours, all alone, at three in the morning, on fine sunny days, in howling winter wind? For me it was biking. I’m no aficionado, but from my teens to my 20s, I always seemed to have a 10-speed Murray or a yard-sale Schwinn with barely there coaster breaks at the ready for an adventure.