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A man sits in contemplation.
BY March 1, 2017

What might we make space for if we gave up our indignation, even if just for a moment? A historical and philosophical inquiry into the roots of this social moment.

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BY December 12, 2016

I Put in mind of his own father and moved to tears Achilles took him by the hand and pushed…

BY December 12, 2016

A wintry night, the hearth inhales And the chimney becomes a windpipe Fluffy with soot and thistledown, A voice-box recalling…

BY December 12, 2016

Rum and raisin, vanilla, butter-scotch, walnut, peach: You would rhyme off the flavours. That was before They murdered the ice-cream…

BY December 12, 2016

Pulling up flax after the blue flowers have fallen And laying our handfuls in the peaty water To rot those…

BY December 12, 2016

From The Next Ancient World Even Eve, the only soul in all of time to never have to wait for…

BY December 12, 2016

The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken, into the western sea, and the moon rising…

BY December 12, 2016

A poem and a benediction from David Whyte for your day.

BY December 12, 2016

Vulnerability is not a weakness, a passing indisposition, or something we can arrange to do without, vulnerability is not a…

BY December 12, 2016

After going three years without having written a poem, Christian Wiman explains how he came about writing this poem and…

BY December 12, 2016

After being diagnosed with an incurable form of cancer, Christian Wiman explains that he wrote this poem during a period…

BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman read this poem during his interview with Krista Tippett. Download the MP3 and share it with your friends!…

BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman explains the origin of this poem’s title and offers this marvelous reading for your ears. Download the MP3…

A young man keeps his head above water as he looks on at the shoreline and trees.
BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman explains the origin of this poem’s title and offers this marvelous reading for your ears. Download the MP3…

A young man keeps his head above water as he looks on at the shoreline and trees.
BY December 12, 2016

During his interview with Krista, Christian Wiman shared a bit of this poem about his grandmother. Listen to this reading,…

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Because this humble and homespun love — just as you see it, simple, unadorned — is what keeps our feet…

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Of all the freedoms you, perhaps, chose death. And the watercolors of our childhood are fading vanishing into thin air…

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

This microphone with its cable coiling around it, bows to me. I walk up to it, open my eyes open…

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

I carry my rage like a dead fish, limp and stinking in my arms. I press it against my breast,…

“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn
BY December 12, 2016

From his asking about the time and double-checking his watch, I understood: he was about to break his fast. Selamün…

“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn
BY December 12, 2016

His uncles, uncles-in-law holding his arms behind his back, Bony fingers clamping his head — no looking down, The wooden…

BY December 10, 2016

From the delicate strength of the Bolivian cholita to the counsel of Master Yoda, timely glimpses of wisdom on honoring overlooked parts of ourselves and each other.

BY December 9, 2016

When going about our business, could we pay more attention to what we’re leaving behind for others in our wake?

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “No One Told Me.”

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “Stone” (Thobar Phadraig).

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “Working Together”

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