Widow’s Walk

Fiorella de Maria

Last night I dreamt I was with you again,
Walking under the dripping chestnut trees,
Singing an old song you taught me long ago.
“Long ago.” How foolish now, when time is nothing
More than the ticking of a clock in some forgotten corner.
It can only be a moment since we laughed and cried,
I never remember which — and you cradled my face.
I feel the touch of your fingers tracing invisible paths
Into my hair, feel the pressure of an unexpected kiss. [Read more…]

Scattered Thundershowers this Afternoon

Robert MacArthur

The forecast didn’t call for principalities and powers.
In toppling heaps of alabaster balanced overhead
They hung, silently swelling, for apprehensive hours,
Filled full with holy water and rejuvenating dread.
Somebody called down judgment on the living and the dead
In faceless white serenity, the lurid hues washed out
Below, ice-prism halos above each thunderhead.
Let us set up a candlemas for when the power goes out. [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…]


Fiorella de Maria

I can taste the dust,
Red dust of the Sirocco.
The lonely call of the Sahara, which
Touches the sun-battered farmer’s face
In the whisper of a breeze,
Across the barren Maltese earth. [Read more…]

Book Review: The Body of This

Katy Carl

Andrew McNabb, The Body of This
Warren Machine Books, 2009

With this first story collection, due out in April, Andrew McNabb deepens the mystery of finding ourselves, as spiritual beings, embodied. Through thirty central characters, his short-short stories and flash fictions provide thirty different responses to the mystery, all with a common thread: Our physicality points to truths that go beyond it. At the same time, in itself it is a beautiful thing. [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


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


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

Publishing for Papists: Marketing the Literary Vocation  Eleanor Bourg Donlon


A Circle of Cypresses  John Farrell

Black Market  August Roulaux

Aftermath  Fiorella de Maria


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


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


The Body of This  Katy Carl

Amor de Lohn  Katy Carl

Art and Photography

Photojournal: Granada, Nicaragua  Sarah Ortiz