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And what worship looks like when they do

I almost always find something good that I didn’t know I needed.

The weed dealer character serves as the connective tissue between the lives of New Yorkers who might not meet.

The former poet laureate’s quirky faith is a spirituality for prankish oddballs.

Matt and Adam welcome Eric Barretto to talk about space shuttles, quarantine, and making it work. 

We didn’t remember that shade
of green, almost translucent, rousing
the distant hills for another try.
Or the pale trillium and hepatica
emerging from underneath
dry leaves, plastic bags, and beer cans,
woods keeping their tender secrets.

We didn’t remember the smell of rain
on the thawing ground, the softness
of its fall, or the sound of rushing
water once the ice had gone, laughter
heard from an open window.

That’s one good thing about sheltering in place.

It is hard to say what will enamor readers more, the bird calls or the familial ones.

There is something to be said for solitary.
Those initial appearances, you may recall,
were not made before acclaiming throngs
with sounding brasses, immaculate ranks
of lilies, golden banners, alleluias
and the like, but to one or two, three
at the most, battered, broken souls
seeking solace for their grief and fear.

Chelsea Bieker's Godshot drips with truth about motherhood, faith, and power.