Christ bursts into the manger, quickened into cows

This is the prayer: Accept things as they are. It was all meant to be.

Poetry is an attempt to say the unsayable, to capture what ultimately eludes.

Would you take your daughter there, the unholiest there you guess you could go?

You are called to become obedient enough to serve the God who invites you to do seemingly very little. The God who himself apparently does nothing as the disease spreads.

New American poetry that spans the globe.

Entrants to this year’s contest included poems about human trafficking, the Mueller Report, priestly abuse and screen addiction.

Greg Pardlo's new memoir clips quickly along and burdens the reader with almost no slow moments.

Adding more words will not make Mass “better.” If you cleanly speak the words as they are, if you let them flow through you, the people in the pews may hear the Mass as they have never heard it before. You do not need to do more. It’s not about you.

Entrepreneurs like Jeff Bezos talk about being “innovators” and “disrupters,” but really they are not—not in truly world-shaking ways. Imagine if they announced to the world: We are doubling the wages of our warehouse workers, increasing benefits. We are becoming, for God’s sake, a cooperative.