Answer Me

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

Born Again

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

Humanist Voices in Verse: Old Man

This week’s poem is by Chris Roe. Roe is 66 years old and lives in Norfolk, England. His poetry has been published in magazines and websites around the world. In 2008 he published a collection... Read More

The Skeletons of Dreams

He found giants in the earth: Mastodon, Mylodon, thigh bones like tree trunks, Megatherium, skull big as boulders—once, in this savage country, treetops trembled at their passing. But their passing was silent as snails, silent... Read More