Pear Trees

Dena Hunt

She had that kind of slightly plump whiteness that needed only bare arms or stockingless legs on a new spring day to look suddenly, even startlingly, naked. Her eyes, round, slightly protruding, a pale blue and rather watery, stared into the shop window at the little black dress, so strangely out of place among the bright pastels. The smooth baby-pink edges of her heels made a little sucking sound against the soles of her backless shoes as she went inside. Why did she want this dress? Why did she want to wear this piece of mourning on this bright spring day? It seemed right. Who–or what–had died? [Read more...]

A Grief Sublime

Leah Acosta

Fecundity of grief
can sow the arsenic seeds of bitterness
or bear the sweeter fruits of peace, relief—
so civilized a crop from wilderness.
A time to plant, a time to reap, a time
to laugh, a time to weep. A grief sublime.

Lealani Mae (Leah) Acosta is a first-year neurology resident at the University of Virginia Health System.

The Letter of Magdalen Montague, Part IV: The Disciple

Eleanor Bourg Donlon

11 July 1914
St. Mary’s College, S–

Dear R.,

I recently encountered a face from our joint past–a young earl and eager profligate, though not so young as formerly and certainly more inclined to high-minded pomposity. He obligingly provided me with your address. Although I remember well your abhorrence of all things resembling sentimentality, I own that I have thought of you often in the passing years. I shall venture into even more objectionable territory when I assert furthermore that I remember you daily in my prayers. I hope you are well and have remained safe in these anxious times. [Read more...]

Lent/Easter 2008

Publisher’s Note

Feature

Matthew J. Milliner,
When the Eagles Don’t Fit in Capistrano

Fiction

Neil Brown,
The Sacred Way

Dena Hunt,
Pear Trees

Eleanor Bourg Donlon,
The Letters of Magdalen Montague, Part IV: The Disciple

Poetry

Joseph O’Brien,
Frascati

Paul Stilwell,

Gabriel Olearnik,

Amanda Glass,
The Crown of Red

Eric Kingsepp,
leaving and livening

Richard Rodriguez,
Enlightenment

John A. Di Camillo,
Prayer

Kate Bluett,
Triptych

Leah Acosta,
A Grief Sublime

Sr. Mary Catherine Vukmanic, OSU,

Essays

John Murphy,
Seek MySpace

John Heard,
The New Jerusalem

Art and Photography

Matthew Alderman,

Jaclyn Elizabeth Mosing,
Thoughts on St. Joan of Arc

John Walford,

Patrick Anderson,

Dogwood

Sr. Mary Catherine Vukmanic, OSU

Forsythia comes first, then violet.
(Who watch for them through winter months agree)
Forsythia comes first, then violet
But till the dogwood bloom, it is not spring for me. [Read more...]

New Love in Spring

Sr. Mary Catherine Vukmanic, OSU

When winter came, I welcomed snow
Nor minded much that summers go,
Too glad that—though their breath is cold—
The years are white when they are old.

But now that spring has come again,
I am in love with April rain
And budding things, and happy, too,
That years are green when they are new.
[Read more...]

April Error

Sr. Mary Catherine Vukmanic, OSU

A robin sang “April.”
My heart did the same,
And a calendar hailed
The month of that name.

But nature, distracted,
Mismanaged things so;
She sent with the springtime
Not flower, but snow.

[Read more...]

Triptych

Kate Bluett

I: Annunciation

Fra Angelico was definitely a man.
How many times did he paint her
caught at that improbable moment,
troubled, we’re told, by that impossible greeting,
and in every one of his images her face is piously calm. [Read more...]

Prayer

John A. Di Camillo

Peace.
Sacred silence settles on the soul.
The heart’s thin veil is gently lifted.
Her eyes, in looking out, see in.
Distortion, distraction, delusion:
Cut down by serenity’s blade,
Crimson clarity.

Life courses swiftly, silent and steady,
Unseen but softly felt,
Until now, exposed, shines bright and crimson, crimson.

[Read more...]

Enlightenment

Richard J. Rodriguez

Sed sicut scriptum est quod oculus non vidit nec auris audivit nec in cor hominis ascendit quae praeparavit Deus his qui diligunt illum.

- 1 Corinthians 2:9

Reveille, Reveille!
The heralds of eternal daylight
Flip off circuit breakers, flooding
Forth electric erudition, shocking
Suns into the skies, slinging
Melancholic moons beneath the earth:
Aeterna lux, clamantis vox,
A far cry ringing newly
Out across capacious plains. [Read more...]