At Children’s Hospital
April 7, 2018I leaned against the glass door, struggling to open it against the air current that held it closed. With both hands now I pushed until finally I forced it open and found myself in the…
I leaned against the glass door, struggling to open it against the air current that held it closed. With both hands now I pushed until finally I forced it open and found myself in the…
Thirty-six years after his baptism,
nobody was converted.
His grown kids were apostates, and his exes
were either nudists or inactives
In the hayfields are loaves
to be lined along barns.
Like monuments to a lost art
they have browned in the summer heat,
Dialogue 28.3 (Fall 1995): 1–12
As American feminist thinkers and organizers, we’ve walked a long road since then, a road that has led us farther and farther away from religious discourse and Christian justification. Our reasons have been good: We didn’t want to limit or exclude. We didn’t want to direct all feminists down a single philosophical path.
The cupping hand cradles the winds
that whir like crickets
beneath the swoop of traffic lamps.
The legs like stumps of pillars
When one travels to Israel, it soon becomes clear that most of the traditional sites for events in the New Testament represent locations selected by religious sentimentality, not scientific archeology. Too many publications of holy…
Towards the end of Jack Anderson’s first novel, Millennium, syndicated columnist Mick Aaronson announces: “What I am about to tell you is the most important message I have ever written in all my years of…