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Paula, sed ferox

Gabriel Olearnik

Your eyes are the heels of horses on stone:
They spark.
Red crescents on your cheeks,
A ploughed place between the brows,
And your face like a storm, dancing.

Gabriel Olearnik studied medieval history at University College London. He is currently an attorney and practices corporate law.

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Advent 2007

Publisher’s Note

Feature

James V. Schall,
The Truth of His Humanity

Fiction

Eleanor Bourg Donlon,
The Letters of Magdalen Montague, Part III: The Return

C.M. Schott,
A Militant Habit

Poetry

Brendan A. McGrath,
Ghetto Sunrise

Gabriel Olearnik,

Amanda Glass,
Shriven

Matthew Mehan,
Before Nebuchadnezzar

Joseph O’Brien,
The Gargoyles Return

Ian Van Heusen,
at the destruction of the body

Eric Kingsepp,
Draining the Marshes

Mike Mangione,
Be Not Afraid

Cristina A. Montes,
The Carp

John A. Di Camillo,
Numbers

Essays

Philip B. Newman,
Hilaire Belloc: Personality and Paradox

Eleanor Bourg Donlon,
The Dirty Linen of Literary Studies

Tonita M. Helton,
Breathing with Both Lungs

Bernardo Aparicio Garcia,
A Mad Hope? Tracing the Thread of Comedy within King Lear

Art and Photography

Stephen Duraney,

Jaclyn Elizabeth Mosing,
St. Josephine Bakhita

Daniel Mitsui,

Eric Kingsepp,
Storm

A Mad Hope?

Bernardo Aparicio García

It too often goes unnoticed that there are strong comedic elements within King Lear. This may seem an outrageous claim with regard to one of Shakespeare’s famous tragedies, but its validity relies upon the classical understanding of the terms “comedy” and “tragedy.” Simply described—tragedies end with death; comedies end with marriage. The reality, however, is much more complex. [Read more...]

Breathing with Both Lungs

Tonita M. Helton

How can we be fully credible if we stand divided before the Eucharist, if we cannot live our sharing in the same Lord whom we are called to proclaim to the world?
-Orientale Lumen, John Paul II

John Paul II stood on an elevated platform before the shrine of Our Lady of Czestochowa and celebrated the Holy Mass before a crowd more than one million strong. The date was August 15, 1991—a day of triumph and joy. This was the first time ever that large numbers of young Eastern Europeans were able to participate in World Youth Day. In addressing the Eastern pilgrims, the Holy Father thanked them for the “precious treasure” of their Christian witness, a witness for which they often suffered persecution, death, and imprisonment behind a geopolitical wall that created “nearly impassable borders.” The collapse of communism in the East, however, had ushered in a new era and he rejoiced that “the Church in Europe [could] now breathe freely with both of her lungs.” [Read more...]

The Dirty Linen of Literary Studies

Eleanor Bourg Donlon

“I don’t know about you,” said a doctoral candidate in one of my graduate classes (a fellow who openly broadcasts his embrace of a homosexual lifestyle), “but this really makes me feel excited.” The “this” in question was a large photograph of a classical statue of a naked boy. The “excitement” of the student was neither platonic nor pertinent to the conversation at hand. [Read more...]

Hilaire Belloc: Personality and Paradox

Philip B. Newman

Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953) was a man of paradoxes–which is perfectly appropriate, given that he was one of the best friends of G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936), famous for his use of paradoxical observations in confounding the conventional wisdom of his time. Belloc was an Englishman who was also half-French; a pensive poet, novelist, and historian with well over one hundred books to his credit who also vociferously represented the Liberal Party in Parliament; an anti-imperialist who had served in the French army and wrote an admiring biography of Napoleon; a defender of medieval civilization who was an avid consumer of modern technological gadgetry; the defender par excellence of Catholic tradition who happened to descend from a family that counted radicals, deists, and modernist reformers among its members. [Read more...]

Numbers

John A. DiCamillo

For my two parents, two brothers, and three sisters.

One is who I say I am
It may be who I wish I were
It is what I know I am not
For how can I be one when I am three?
Perhaps I am but cannot see
How less these two I am not me. [Read more...]

The Carp

Cristina A. Montes

Swimming,
O Carp, you trace
infinity symbols
under the weeping waterfall’s
ripples.

Cristina A. Montes currently works in the Philippine Supreme Court. She graduated with an A.B. in Humanities Specializing in Philosophy from the University of Asia and the Pacific in 1997, and completed a Bachelor of Laws degree from the University of the Philippines in 2005.

Be Not Afraid

Mike Mangione

It’s a dirt road I come from
A storm from the past
Dust twirls in cyclone curls and lays me on the grass
As steady as a heart beat
As fleeting as a wave
I break crest on newborn shores of everlasting graves
I walk the seems of night and day amidst tears of all unknown
Please turn and face night fall because in the darkness light is shown [Read more...]

Draining the Marshes

Eric Kingsepp

Along the marches they fought,
into the marshes they sought,
and they slogged and they slopped
Seeking, ever seeking
for those that went before. . . [Read more...]

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