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“The double question we must always ask is, ‘How does faith inform art?’ and ‘How can art animate faith?’” Imagination, appreciation of beauty, creativity: all of these qualities have been given to us by God. For the Christian artist, the drive to create something wonderful is also a...

Pine Cones and Femur Bones is a poetry collection for the year 2025. The collection has an Edgar Allan Poe feel. This book is a reflection of darker times in the author's life and the life of the country. The work also contains some bright spots that have helped the author muddle through this period of history. There is adult content, and listeners should be adults. This is the author's 12th book. She also writes true-crime, short stories, and has published a cookbook.

“You are told to believe in one paradise / and then there is the paradise you come to know,” begins Rick Barot. What follows is an account of the rich and thorny valley between those poles. Moving the Bones dwells in liminal spaces—of love and memory, the pandemic’s singular domesticity, a serene cemetery of ancestral plots, dawn. In precise and tender verse, Barot captures the particularities of being in the middle of one’s life, reflecting on the joys and sorrows of the past and confronting the inevitabilities that lie ahead.

Did you know that, seen from archaeological perspective, London soil is a layer cake with evidence dating as far as Neolithic era through to Bronze and Iron ages, Roman, Medieval, Post Medieval and Contemporary period?

From celebrated New Zealand poetess F.D. Soul comes her highly anticipated second collection of poetry, prose, illustrations, and wisdom. Her messages grapple with relationships: interpersonal relationships, her relationship with herself, and the relationship between poetry and the world. Unchaptered and raw, Between You and These Bones unfolds much like a memoir or meditation yet maintains all the musicality of poetry.

On the wings of eagles flies his love. Upon their foreheads he puts a sign, each one unique, invisible in design. These, Father, belong to me. Their names shall be written by my blood into the Book of Lamb’s Holy Love. Jezebel, whom Ahab chose to make his queen; did he have any say in that arrangement, anyway? Outside Jezebel is sweet, soft petals, rose red and comfortable in bed. Within her being is a serpent thing. A satanic unction desires to rape and destroy all things good that will not give her power. She serves Baal faithfully week to week, hour to hour.