A poem about living in the tension of the "already, but not yet" this season.
This year, I've celebrated Black History Month by learning from Black artists and poets, past present, and future. The more I learn, the more I want to learn.
How I'm finding God's beauty this year when so many Advent practices are off limits.
Poems (and psalms) alone are not sufficient to address injustice. But they can be a first step in the right direction.
A discussion about the poetry scene in Malaysia, as well as poetry's role in activism, mental health, and faith.
Hint: it has something to do with the prophetic voice, wonder, and fire pits.