“At midnight the man was startled and turned over, and there, lying at his feet, was a woman!” (Ruth 3:8) You went to him in the night. Did you rehearse it...
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.
“Snake venom is used to cure snakebites!” —Tehching Hsieh First. Note the pattern of all growing things. Each has an elegant unconsciousness calling that being...
You might say the tornadoed trees unslept them Everything was odd, as was normal now, which is 2023 So they poked their heads out sniffed the air and bloomed...
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...
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...
