Wiseblood Books

Easter 2013

2013 Easter DT CoverFeature

Eyes That Pour Forth Karen Britten
Our Essential Disfigurement and the Reparation of Fiction: An Interview with Joseph O’Brien Joshua Hren

Fiction

The Veil Micaela Seidel
The Call M.A. Peterson

Essays

Orders of the Analogical Imagination: An Introduction to ‘Catholicism and Modern American Poetry’ James Matthew Wilson

Poetry

Telecommunications Mike Aquilina
The Perfumer And His Wife David Denny
The Janitor’s Calling Don Russ
The Red Priest Gabriel Olearnik
Angel Of Mercy In A Blue Calico Dress Ann Applegarth
The Core Ann Applegarth
Drowning the Lord Ryan Havely
The Nine Maidens C.P. Nield
A Triolet of Eternity C.P. Nield
Maps Holly Ordway
The Garden Ann Sheils
Truth In Myth D.S. Martin
The Civil Twilight James McCoy
Resisting Lazarus Michael Biehl
Ode On The Morning Of Christ’s Resurrection Kevin McCabe
The Holy Time Timothy Murphy

Visual Art

Nativity of Christ Daniel Mitsui
Adoration of the Magi Daniel Mitsui
Presentation in the Temple Daniel Mitsui
Crucifixion Daniel Mitsui
Pentecost Daniel Mitsui
Joyful Mysteries of the Rosary Daniel Mitsui
Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary Daniel Mitsui
Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary Daniel Mitsui

Telecommunications

Mike Aquilina

Some hundred miles of cable span the skies
and stretch beneath the streets from you to me.
Expensive men and instruments assize
your signal strength and tone and clarity.

But where’s the gauge to count or man to mark
the elements conveyed across the wire
each time you call: the copper takes the spark
and bears your voice, your warmth, your light, your fire.

Orders of the Analogical Imagination: An Introduction to ‘Catholicism and Modern American Poetry’

James Matthew Wilson

Some years ago, while I was still an undergraduate student of modern poetry, a professor of mine, who was an observant Jew, came to class one afternoon in a mood either pensive or disturbed. On the agenda for the day was discussion of Wallace Stevens’ (1879-1955) most beautiful early poem, “Sunday Morning.” That particular work fell with a certain irony on the course calendar, said the professor, for he had himself just spent two days in synagogue celebrating Rosh Hashanah. How discomfiting, he confessed, to return to the classroom, having just meditated on God’s dynamic romance with human beings, in order to discuss the great poem of modern atheism. [Read more...]

Eyes That Pour Forth

Karen Britten

Brother Michael remembers finding the girl standing in the doorway of the Tanzanian monastery where he lives. She is holding the remnants of her eyes in her hands—milky white orbs with pink muscle attached to them like the trails of twin comets. She doesn’t cry, but she trembles and quivers in the door frame, and the other monks, white Franciscans from places like Scarsdale, New York, and Wichita, Kansas, gather around her and embrace her with robed arms. They find out that she can see from those eyes when she describes the room in detail: the tanned hide lamp by the oak table, the woodstove by the front door. [Read more...]

The Red Priest

Gabriel Olearnik

“…and Vivaldi was known as il Prete Rosso, on account of his hair, a familial trait…”

I

I cannot always write
but while the blood runs fast and fleet
I cough the ruin from my lungs
and turn my pale hands to work

I scrawl the clustered notes like flowers
and from them, as if from reverie
fly the bees: [Read more...]

Our Essential Disfigurement and the Reparation of Fiction An Interview with Joseph O'Brien (Editor of the 2012 Tuscany Prize for Catholic Fiction: Selected Short Stories)

Joshua Hren: First of all, short of a plenary indulgence, I can think of few gifts better than good fiction. On behalf of Dappled Things, many thanks to Tuscany Press for the gift of the finely crafted short-story “Eyes that Pour Forth,” which was recently published, along with the other prize-winning entries, in the short story collection you edited.

Joseph O’Brien: On behalf of our publisher Peter Mongeau, I thank you very much for the kind words. However, your readers should know that long before Tuscany Press came on the scene, Dappled Things has been almost single-handedly holding up the standard for budding Catholic writers. The fact that there is an interest these days among young Catholics to write fiction is due at least in part—and maybe even large part—to the presence of Dappled Things. [Read more...]

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