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

This week’s poem is by Daniel Thomas Moran, TheHumanist.com poetry editor, retired dentist and Boston University Assistant Professor, former Poet Laureate of Suffolk County, New York and the author of seven collections of poetry. He... Read More

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

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