I would rather lose him than remember lies. Loss is real and heavy / and as hard to carry and balance as a shuttle of slack coal
We want bright lights. / We want a voice / of god, or reason, recent studies / / roaring in our heads
I am left holding / / a fleeting scent of adornment / and shorn roots, their seep / hushed.
the unnamed letters in the alphabet of atonement; / the bright curve that highlights shadow, and equally / the shadow that shows us the lineaments of light;
I am fine by daylight. Nighttime / brings the raccoons’ nest / / ripped from its high wedge
More than ever, the question of religion is a crucial one for our times. The journalist Sarah Smarsh suggests that the political left is finding religion again in the United States. Inspired by her work, I decide to talk to people whose faith motivates their need for social justice.
