A Burning World
Can poetry truly supply the language to express the ineffable sensations of suffering and love?
The Bird That Sang I Am
Poems about the place where we belong
Five Poems
“Spirits,” “The Priest at the Pool Party,” “A McDonald’s in Middle America,” “Joy,” and “Land’s End”
Still Wilderness
What are we feeling when we are feeling joy? And where inside us does that feeling reside?
I Will Love You in the Summertime
Between the rupture of life and the rapture of language lies a world of awe and witness
Kill the Creature
In search of snakes—and the balm of charity and love in a world of infinitely lonely space
Mortify Our Wolves
The struggle back to life and faith in the face of pain and the certainty of death
Hive of Nerves
To be alive spiritually is to feel the ultimate anxiety of existence within the trivial anxieties of everyday life
My Bright Abyss
I never felt the pain of unbelief until I believed. But belief itself is hardly painless.
