Pietà
By Poetry Issue 107
Your heart stands wide for all to enter in: it should have been a door for me alone.
Read MoreLadders of Paradise
By Poetry Issue 107
do these monks with their straight lines / and right angles have the only franchise?
Read MoreLast Words (Death Row, Texas)
By Poetry Issue 107
Last words from death row. “I love you endlessly, my honeybird.”
Read MoreWith My Body I Thee Worship
By Culture Issue 107
Glück’s novel was a particularly poignant book to read this spring, when I found myself abruptly unable to touch another person, go to Mass, or receive the Eucharist. Lent rolled on without any anticipation of a liberatory Easter; then it was Easter, and I was still alone.
Read MoreSeer Stone
By Poetry Issue 107
Two women, in separate instances, each blessed and healed a child in her care. Neither of these women had ever discussed the blessing with anyone before for fear it would be considered “inappropriate.” Another woman gathered her sister’s frail, cancer-ridden body in her arms and blessed her with one pain-free day.
Read MoreFacts and Lies
By Essay Issue 107
Sometimes it seems inane. A woman visiting my church one Sunday morning came up and told me she saw a picture of me in a beautiful yellow dress. That was it, the whole prophetic word. Me in a yellow dress.
Read MoreCorcomroe Abbey
By Poetry Issue 107
Of course, we too came here / hoping to be cracked open, amazed.
Read MoreAn Aesthetic of Lack, or Notes on Camps
By Culture Issue 107
Paschal could not leave his beloved mother’s head bare. How could he? For he knew that nature gapes with lack. He knew that we’re meant to be hooked up to something else, as if our skulls were plugs. Or to put it another way: he knew that all of us are amputees from moment we’re born.
Read MoreCurator’s Corner: Prospect New Orleans
By Visual Art Issue 107
For many years the notion of spirituality in art seemed sort of taboo, but we’ve both consistently worked with artists who draw on notions of ritual, religious iconography, the otherworldly, and spirituality in their work or process.
Read MoreMausoleum for a Scorpio
By Poetry Issue 107
‘Speak to us of poetry and politics,’ / he said to me from his seat in the audience / as I was on stage.
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