The end of hermeneutics
By Poetry Issue 112
Never did I think to thank whoever painted them— / give me horses, and I’ll thank the horses.
Read MoreCrescent
By Poetry Issue 112
This earth, our only / This four cornered honeycomb / Flooded with nectar
Read MoreNude Nuns with Big Guns
By Poetry Issue 112
how much labor, / exactly, to prepare a place adequate for God?
Read MoreAmerican Contrapasso: The Kingdoms Are Always Near
By Culture Issue 112
One can almost hear T.S. Eliot, the native Missourian in his self-imposed exile from America, looking out over these rust belts and muttering, “I had not thought that globalism had undone so many.”
Read MoreOklahoma Liturgy: Springtime 2020
By Poetry Issue 112
imagine a sleeping God / dreaming springtime: the dirt / coughing up its green, the old, / vacant throat reversing its / swallow
Read MoreAve Maria
By Poetry Issue 112
I had heard of men like these, their fingers / striking the valves to yield the word of God.
Read MoreDivine Intimations: Contemporary Floral Design for Sacred Spaces
By Visual Art Issue 112
Even John Calvin, who forbade the use of images in worship, waxed eloquent on the beauty of the natural world and the presence of God in the theater of creation. Arranged flowers seem an ideal way to bring that “third book” of God into the sacred space.
Read MoreEve
By Poetry Issue 112
The first pregnancy: “my belly growing big, for what? / no one can tell me what’s going on. / nausea I don’t understand, weeping / for hormones with no name.
Read MoreThe astronomer’s hands
By Poetry Issue 112
At night they slept in the car / like angels thrown against a tree.
Read MoreChildhood
By Poetry Issue 112
We downed ginger beer and punch; drank / in our parents’ fear of standing out— / never Boston nor Brahmin enough.
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