Issue 81

Love’s last urgency is earth and grief is all gravity and the long fall always back to earliest hours that exist nowhere but in one’s brain. From the hard-packed pile of old-mown grass, from boredom, from pain, a boy’s random slash unlocks a dark ardor of angry bees that link the trees and block his…

There is nothing new under the sun.                                 —Ecclesiastes 1:9 Behold, I make all things new.                                 —Revelation 21:5   TO CELEBRATE OUR twenty-fifth anniversary this year we chose the theme “Making It New.” It seemed a simple enough decision. This journal exists to publish art and literature that engage the western faith traditions in…

THE SPELLS CAME late that summer and left him bewildered, muttering. He had known this was coming, had felt the tremors in his mind and seen familiar objects—his can of shoe polish and his TV remote—transformed in his hand into strange artifacts. The TV remote he found in his desk, facedown beside the calculator. The…