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Arts & CulturePoetry
My god is patient. She curls like ivy around a crumbling world,/
And howls in the stillness of the night, the silent spaces no ritual can fill.
Arts & CultureBooks
In a roundabout way, Pullman does Christians a service by writing his anti-Christian books.
Arts & CultureBooks
As a movement directed at unity and uniformity (Henry’s vision), the English Reformation was a high-stakes failure.
Arts & CultureNews
They may be sisters, but this is no act.
Arts & CultureMusic
The self-described “first child of the baby boom,” Jann Wenner is not happy with a new biography.
Arts & CulturePoetry
Our mistakes crack open. Each leaf
veined distinctly,
and we star-made music makers
are finger printed as well.
This is expansion: to stand as One with all.
The mountains a dense
explosion of trees.
Night comes to us sexy,
whispers to us about belief in light.
Words tumble from us. Honesty, a naked
falling.
We linger in the source of gardens.
For two hundred thousand years,
we have been deaf.
We forget meaning, our storylines
repeat the rhythm of our breaking.