T. S. Eliot and the other modernist theologian-poets knew that artists are makers of worlds.
Jeremiah Webster charts a via negativa in verse.
We need faith, Wiman suggests, because poetry isn't enough.
James Crews's poetry is at once ecstatic, skeptical, and hopeful.
In the face of unprecedented assaults on planet Earth, what good is poetry?
Anya saw the world in colors.
The eccentric preacher's ideas hover between God's absolute otherness and God's self-revelation in Christ.
Smith is acutely aware of injustice and violence—and remarkably hopeful about the possibility of reconciliation.
In this anthology of poems selected by Wiman, joy comes in modest and unlikely guise.
National Poetry Month is over, but there's plenty of good poetry to get us through the next 11 months.