Imagine the Cyclops seeing the fiery stake nearing his bleary eye, how his entire world was light and then nothing but darkness. Imagine Jesus in the tomb with...
poetry
Discover U.S. Catholic poetry that explore faith, the beauty of creation through the art of language, and a deeper appreciation of the spiritual life.
Ears to see, eyes to hear the secrets of the Kingdom. Shine before others. trim your lamps, scatter seeds, but guard against choking thorns, poaching birds...
Scalp stripped—...
After feeling enveloped by saints who perched upon the colonnade of St. Peter’s square and were poised on pedestals under the basilica’s gleaming ceiling, as...
Last week my teeth fell out. One by one they crumpled into paper, dissolved into sand. I woke up and touched them, counting them. In Nicaragua they say that...
It seems we women must always choose between dreaming and cleaning up. Hear our visitor chide me, gently, but praise my sister, who’s rapt at whatever he says...
Shyness at the crown, it’s called, the way that certain trees stop growing at the top, an inch or two before they touch and lose top tips in others’ branches...
All they could was dance, Dance to the joy of their savior risen. Let him dance with us, they implored, After plague and death destroyed their lives And even...
A swooping hawk, Gabriel descends to a barren, unexpectant earth, his feathers a train of candles settled into a prolonged burn. Mary receives him, a haloed...
We never made it to the seven churches on those freezing Holy Thursday nights. Spring may have sprouted on the calendar but not tonight. This was no pilgrimage...
