A Conversation with Denise Levertov
By Interview Issue 18
Denise Levertov was born in England and came to the United States in 1948. She became known as one of the century’s most important poets and writers. Awards for her work included the Lenore Marshall Prize, the Robert Frost Medal, and the Lannan Prize. Her last years were spent in Seattle, Washington, where she won…
Read MoreObliqueness and Extravagance: A Conversation with Rowan Williams and Shane McCrae
By Interview Issue 115
If poetry has nothing else to say, it says this: this world is much more peculiar than you imagine.
Read MoreAn Architecture of Abundance: A Conversation with John Marx
By Issue 113
Architects in the Bay Area talk about concepts and ideas. I talk about poetry. I look at a design project and ask, how can I make something emotionally meaningful?
Read MoreWhat You See Is You: Rowan Williams and the Art that Surrenders
By Editorial Statement Issue 113
The microcosmic richness of human identity is a reflection of the God who not only made us but sees us, knows us, and speaks to us. Our being addressed by the divine is an infinite well for human possibility.
Read MoreForest Sounds: A Conversation with Carl Phillips
By Interview Issue 112
For me, the restlessness leads to the next poem.
Read MoreLOGOS Collective: Poetry, Ritual, Conversation
By Issue 112
The hope is that by having attended to poets’ work wholeheartedly, we will come to see the world and those who move within it a little more clearly, so that we may love it, and one another, a little better and put that love into action.
Read MoreThe Means of Healing: A Conversation with Martha Serpas
By Interview Issue 111
Becoming involved in a poem, allowing the lines to unfold, not knowing if there’s going to be a surprise, a turn, or deepening—this is very similar to being with a patient or family as a chaplain when I don’t have all the answers. Part of my job is to sit with them in uncertainty. It’s a big white space.
Read MoreAfter Reading Song of Songs I Take Out the Garbage
By Poetry Issue 111
I’m carrying into the cold / a bulging trash bag, big enough to hold / and hold and stretch and hold, like love itself, /
and outfitted with handy drawstrings.
Paradiso, Canto I
By Poetry Issue 111
Because nearing what one wants, / Our intellect is so overcome / That our memory is left behind.
Read MoreWhen We Say It’s the Little Things
By Poetry Issue 110
It’s the taste of that first sip / of coffee, rich and strong, the Mr. Coffee cup warmer / on your desk. It’s having the right pen.
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