Glimpses
byGlimpses Barefoot she walks the strand conscious her man is somewhere in the swelling darkness where Proteus rises Her feet sink in sand …
This poem grew out of my meditation on a line in Augustine’s Confessions: ‘I did not know that evil has no existence except as…
[Editor’s note: For our series featuring artists reflecting on their creative process, poet Brad Davis describes how he has learned to ‘honor God’s in-breaking…
Immanuel The stars shone down on a woman As she wearily marched in the way, A baby inside her weighted her steps When…
[Editor’s Note: Over the next three days, as the anticipation of Advent transforms into Christmas joy, Transept artists offer literary gifts for reflection during…
[EDITOR’S NOTE: In this third instalment of our Transpositions’ ten-year anniversary series, ‘Significant Art from the 2010s’, we hear reflections from four different artist-scholars…