We are grateful to be In a universe in which stars Are born and over time will die Giving forth the elements of everything. We are grateful to be On a planet orbiting a star... Read More

My Father Asks Me To Go To Church and write the day’s hymn numbers on a sheet of yellow paper. He read about a woman who won the Powerball this way. I take the paper,... Read More

This week’s poem is by Mario Dante Bartoletti, a retired psychologist from Georgia who is currently writing his memoirs. If you’d like to contribute original poetry to Humanist Voices in Verse, write to write@thehumanist.com with... Read More

This week’s poem is by Lydia Erickson, a writer of essays, poetry, short stories, blog posts, articles, and (hopefully soon) novels. She attends Boston University, where she is completing a Bachelors of Arts in English... Read More

Tell me about the vines of leaves crawling this brick wall. Explain by way of calculus their seasonal change— I want to know, too, a formula for counting the uncountable leaves and one more especially... Read More

Well then, it’s settled. There will be no death for you who have accepted fiction over fact and value culture over the cultivation of knowledge— which will go on separating the wheat from the chaff,... Read More

This week’s poem is by AshlieRene Gonzalez, a twenty-four-year-old, Oregon-based international traveler, photographer and cinematographer. Her lucid poetry and writing, frequently paired with imagery, is a truthful reflection of a twenty-first century freethinker, living in,... Read More