Photo credit: Alexander Solomon This poem was originally performed at The Prophet’s “Tongues of Fire” spoken word event. By Kyle Walden Thomas comes in: I think your tent is flying away I panic, but that won’t do I leave my breakfast without question and see a tent like a plastic bag in the wind violently tumbling... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: Alexander Solomon This reflection was originally an opening statement performed at The Prophet's "Tongues of Fire" spoken word event. By Laura Ellis We are here to speak, to listen, and to be heard. And what a powerful thing that is. What a powerful thing words are. Powerful as both life-giving liberation and devastating destruction. The... Continue Reading →
This reflection is part of a collection of responses to the theme: “What is Theology?” By Haley Hansen In my time as a journalist, I often found that the most probing and uncomfortable questions were the ones I most needed to ask. I spent years of my life learning how to craft questions. I shrugged off... Continue Reading →
This reflection is part of a collection of responses to the theme: “What is Theology?” By Nick Rodriguez When I was an undergraduate, I always somehow found myself wrapped up in philosophical conversations. These conversations ranged from topics as diverse as what it means to die, to what an ideal society would look like, to... Continue Reading →
“For Mr. Brown, and all of my beloved sons.” Last night I had a dream then awoke in Matthew Henson’s back yard he said through bristled jaw that I saved an Inuit child from exposure to cold the child did not thank me I am too dark to see gratitude was born by... Continue Reading →
by A.C.S. (A.C.S., the author of these poems, asked to remain semi-anonymous.) I. You say you’re hanging by a thread and if this thread breaks, you fall into – what? - - for how long will I fall into - - but this thread, like Eden, was not meant for you – your Eve is... Continue Reading →
by Uchenna Awa THE BROKEN CANDLE JAR She a was made out of burnt clay A beauty to behold Standing on my fire place she had a story to tell My cat thought it a game To run across the lane Little did she know that my beautiful candle jar would break Thumb!! On the... Continue Reading →
by Peter (Minwoo) Her Which Color am I? Get through the shallow Path to B.U. with my skin yellow Lived in white state Oklahoma when I was in high school Right next to rednecks Playlist packed with black music full of red messages Waiting to be spread Never painted a skyline with sole sky blue... Continue Reading →
by Kaio Thompson Boston was never on the radar. After completing a Master’s degree in New York City, the plan was to return to the Samoan islands and await a job in parish ministry. It wasn’t until a chance meeting with Professor Jonathan Calvillo at AAR in 2016 that I began thinking of furthering my... Continue Reading →
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