I adore these closing stanzas from this poem by Marie Howe:

For months I dreamt of knucklebones and roots,

the slabs of sidewalk pushed up like crooked teeth by what grew underneath.

The underneath —that was the first devil.
It was always with me.

And that I didn’t think you — if I told you — would understand any of this —

She is one of those all-too-rare poets who can read her work with a fluidity and a clarity that doesn’t sound forced. It was such an honor to edit and produce this interview with her for On Being.

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    Imagining Mary Magdalnee actually speaking these words was quite powerful.
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    Gets to me… Don’t know why!
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    This is brilliance. Shining, shimmering, sparkling,r a d i a t i n g, brilliance. Listen well.
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