Joy Comes In the Morning: A Review of Christian Wiman’s Poetry Collection

“Joy: that durable, inexhaustible, essential, inadequate word. That something in the soul that makes one able to claim again the word ‘soul.’” (xxxvii) Last year two books from Christian Wiman made their way to my reading stand. If nothing else had happened in the literary world in 2018, those two works would have been enough. […]

In the Dreamtime that was Portland – Poetry Before General Conference

At the 2016 United Methodist General Conference in Portland, Oregon, I watched a group of children playing in a fountain and was moved to write a poem about the struggle my church was going through. I still hold on to the dream that we can breathe again as the 2019 Called General Conference convenes in […]

The Prodigal Son’s Older Brother as Wimbledon Chair Umpire – Friday Poetry

What the older brother squandered was his sweat, which, had he known it was as dissolute as life in the far country, might have traded out for something more exciting. But his fierce integrity to the American dream was his particular delusion. “Virtue can be earned in honest labor.” Only honesty was not his aim. […]