By E. Hughes I was naked and balled up in fetal position on a bathroom floor when I heard the voice of God. I perhaps

By E. Hughes July 14, 2017 I image God stepping from the clouds into the narrow and green man-made pond. The evening is sweet. Neither

By E. Hughes You are going to hell. At least that’s what the white church planter tells you over Facebook when you ask God to

by E. Hughes The Israelites must have felt like I had last August, driving back into the Central Valley. After the walls of the Red

by Erica Hughes No ideas but in things. —William Carlos Williams Salvation is not an idea—but a person, God’s body. The best poems happen in

By Erica Hughes …you begin to understand yourself as rendered hypervisible in the face of such [racist] language. Language that feels hurtful is intended to

by Erica Hughes This is hell and I don’t mean that hyperbolic —J. Cole in “4 Your Eyez Only” If you really want to know

by Erica Hughes ‘Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Savior:

by Erica Hughes About five years ago, I stood underneath the sheet of nighttime, an arm crossed over my chest, a hand buried beneath my