A Tribute to Fr. Richard John Neuhaus (1936-2009)

Mary Angelita Ruiz

Richard John Neuhaus sang “Come Thou Fount of Ev’ry Blessing,” that stalwart American hymn, as though it were a rollicking drinking song, the rhythm swinging like a full tankard in a fist. His voice was rumbling and huge and pleasantly out of tune and his eyes lit up as he sang:

COME thou fount-of EV’RY ble-ssing
Tune my HEEAART to singthygrace!
STREAMS of mer-cy NE-VER cea-sing
Call for SOOONGS of loudestpraise!

It was a favorite hymn of the Community of Christ in the City, the little ecumenical community in Manhattan that was Father’s home for over thirty years, and my home for almost three while I worked for his journal, First Things. [Read more…]

Publishing for Papists: Marketing the Literary Vocation

Eleanor Bourg Donlon

Poets, as a class, are business men. Shakespeare describes the poet’s eye as rolling in a fine frenzy from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, and giving to airy nothing a local habitation and a name, but in practice you will find that one corner of that eye is generally glued on the royalty returns. –P. G. Wodehouse

Everybody–and his Aunt Nellie–has a novel stashed in a desk somewhere. Most of them are pretty dreadful, some are rather good, and a few are moderately brilliant. Nearly all of them will never be published and those that are will not necessarily include the good or the brilliant. [Read more…]

Publishing for Papists: Marketing the Literary Vocation

Eleanor Bourg Nicholson

Poets, as a class, are business men. Shakespeare describes the poet’s eye as rolling in a fine frenzy from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, and giving to airy nothing a local habitation and a name, but in practice you will find that one corner of that eye is generally glued on the royalty returns. –P. G. Wodehouse

Everybody–and his Aunt Nellie–has a novel stashed in a desk somewhere. Most of them are pretty dreadful, some are rather good, and a few are moderately brilliant. Nearly all of them will never be published and those that are will not necessarily include the good or the brilliant. [Read more…]

Aftermath

Fiorella de Maria

He could still hear the sound of her screams. It had been the day the long nightmare had begun, but he had not known it as he strapped her into the pushchair and took her out for a walk. It was a warm spring day and he had not bothered to fight with her to get her mittens on–there was really no need for them now–and they had walked towards the seafront because little Liljana liked looking out to sea at the distant boats and the little white tips of the waves when the wind ruffled the surface of the water. It had been mercifully quiet, too early in the year for the tourists who would soon invade the beach like giant, beer-scented lobsters, and too early in the day for the children to start pouring out of their classrooms. [Read more…]

The Cheshire Cat

Robert MacArthur

The glint you glimpse may be the twilight sun
Between the shadow trees, or on the lawn
All unproportioned, where the wild winds run
Grotesquely. Or it may be me, all gone.
Beneath wide hedges, wider nothings yawn,
And nothing’s more nothing than I. I fear
Nothing. Nothing to see here, ma’am. Move on.
You see me smiling, but I am not here. [Read more…]

Photojournal: Granada, Nicaraguia

Sarah Ortiz

These photographs are a part of a collection I shot while in Granada, Nicaragua. The people and the daily life in Granada kept me constantly seeing in new ways through the viewfinder. The bright colors and gorgeous light were visually captivating and helped to make images of the simple pieces of life more interesting. It is difficult and, I think, unnecessary to explain these images: the photos tell a story, and I am outside of them, looking in and marveling at all that I see. [Read more…]

Lent/Easter 2009

Publisher’s Note

Feature

Prudence and the Providence of Plot  Bruno M. Shah, OP

Essays

A Tribute to Fr. Richard John Neuhaus (1936-2009)  Mary Angelita Ruiz

Publishing for Papists: Marketing the Literary Vocation  Eleanor Bourg Donlon

Fiction

A Circle of Cypresses  John Farrell

Black Market  August Roulaux

Aftermath  Fiorella de Maria

Poetry

Grantchester Meadows  Fiorella de Maria

Widow’s Walk  Fiorella de Maria

the EPA drained  Susan St. Martin

The Infinite Jest  Peter Ascik

Reading Pascal at Mint Springs  R.S. Mitchell

Scattered Thundershowers this Afternoon  Robert MacArthur

Autumn Interrupts  Robert MacArthur

The Cheshire Cat  Robert MacArthur

Incarnation  Kate Bluett

To a Young Tenor Singing Schubert  Michael Miller

Genesseret  James Watson

Oracle Near Restful Waters  Jason Baguia

San Diego Poem: Palm Sunday  Joseph O’Brien

Sirocco  Fiorella de Maria

Consummatum Est  Rose Polchowne

Interviews

“Obsessed with What’s Next”: An Interview with Andrew McNabb  Katy Carl

Reviews

The Body of This  Katy Carl

Amor de Lohn  Katy Carl

Art and Photography

Photojournal: Granada, Nicaragua  Sarah Ortiz