Sound, Collage, and Hybridity as Lyric
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“This day has a quietness / that sticks” read the first two lines of the poem “Ohio” in Kathryn Cowles’s second collection of poems,...
Headwaters
byBelieve me, we have met our obligations, made ourselves into terrain, behaved like rivers between hills, let sediment settle, warm, fertile, into our beds,…
After the Ascension
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No one wanted to look at each other. No one wanted to speak, to be the first to speak. But we had to. Walking...
A Cinder Love Can Still Catch Fire
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Bootstrap love, cinder love, love that knows everyone's heartis the size and shape of a fist. ...
Amidah (Standing Prayer)
byOn the path to the river, nature’s rarest colors: cadmium. Blue that once meant holiness. White here stands for cool observation: telephone wires ruled…
Keys for a Crown
byI stopped, stunned by flower- shrine—hidden, not shy— my companions, unenraptured, pulled us past. Could any see Tall stalks—rope tying keys to the papal…
Gone As Our Ancestors
byThe poet Sarah Carey, author of the chapbook Accommodations, not only shares the same first name as mine: more significantly, we share the same…
Call for Editors
byWe are growing! ETR is dedicated to enlivening conversations and commitments around ecology, spirituality, and art. We’re looking for a web editor and a…
The Lion-Lambed Earth
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In W.S. Merwin’s inaugural address as United States Poet Laureate, he quoted his life-long hero, William Blake, who said, “To the eyes of a...
Three Poems
bySudan -For the last male white rhino Today is new year in Antarctica, so I found a rib bone in a bookshelf. The death…
God In a Single Vision
byDavid Brown is an analytic philosopher whose research has been described as following the Anglican via media (“a middle way”) tradition. He has made…
Heed The Hollow
byThe initial idea for Heed the Hollow came after I left the South. I had moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan for graduate school, and…
Borrowing the Breath of God: A Conversation With Norman Wirzba
byNorman Wirzba is the Gilbert T. Rowe Distinguished Professor of Theology at Duke Divinity School. The author of six books, he has also edited…
Mouthful of Flesh
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“I’m trying not to / make this a metaphor,” Kristin George Bagdanov writes in “Swallow,” one of many razor-sharp poems in her collection Fossils...
Two Poems
byRedbud Flamingo-beaked buds open on bare branches. Pollen-drunk, the long-tongued bees mount bright blossoms. Startled, petals burst pink against a blue sky. Only after…
Incarnation and Reclamation
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Lambflesh by Caroline Shea. Kelsay Books, 2019. 59 pages. $16. In the title poem of Caroline Shea’s Lambflesh, the speaker says “I am a...
Two Poems
by“Why We Need Ponds” To break the monotony of crops we need ponds to be, on our home places, the eyes that never close…
The Purple Hour
byThese photographs by Joanna Marshall belong to a larger project called “On Highway AA: Living with a Sense of Place.” During the winter and spring…
Tree Meditation
byThis wide, aged dogwood blooms with the ivory of old teeth. Last year, a flock of cedar waxwings vanished among new leaves and fading…
Running Side By Side
byIn her Oct. 9, 2019 essay in The Paris Review, Naja Marie Aidt writes of how poetry and language make it possible to understand…