decay

After resurrection, Jesus acted strange, materializing through solid wood, even though he didn’t look that different. The gashes seeped still, varnishing the tentative hand, the fingers that needed to know him new. Let me say how strange I feel, trusting this to be true—that a body can be both mortally wounded and whole enough to […]

In this poem, Karla Huston contemplates a museum exhibit of a woman’s body that has turned to soap.

Several works by the world-renowned artist Damien Hirst that confront the boundaries between art, pop culture, science, and our views on life and death.

In this poem, Luci Shaw evokes sharp images of winter, mystery, nihilism, and death.