In the Studio
By Visual Art Issue 118
I thought about how, as a society, we haven’t understood this lesson of humility and service: we don’t know what it means to wash one another’s feet, just like we haven’t comprehended the meaning of “love thy neighbor.”
Read MoreField of Encounter: A Conversation with G.C. Waldrep
By Interview Issue 107
It is one thing to write an inspirational poem about the raising of Lazarus, from this great distance in time and space, and another to be Lazarus: to be the one who is raised. I think any genuine religious art leads the reader (and presumably the writer) to a place of encounter, an encounter with radical otherness.
Read MoreThe National Memorial for Peace and Justice
By Poetry Issue 104
She reads their names aloud,
men, beloved to some,
lynched in Little River County,
Arkansas, each appellation
engraved on a six-foot
steel slab