God and Grandma by AnonymousPosted on December 12, 2020December 18, 2020 My little church in a tiny town in New England where the winters get so cold you can’t feel the hair on your head, and the summers get so hot you wish you didn’t have any, has a slanted roof. Creative NonfictionIndependent Projectchurch family food memoir religion
Not Quite My Religion by Arjun ParikhPosted on October 17, 2018March 30, 2021 Two visions of Christianity walk into a bar . . . A Socratic elenchus. DramaInterdisciplinary Seminarchristianity church conversation dialogue Friendship race religion
O Prophet by Sarah HombachPosted on April 21, 2016October 8, 2020 "Look at the tourists shuffling through mass / lighting silly candles / dumbfounded and blinky under the tall ceilings of God." Poetry. Gallatin ReviewPoetrychurch
