Day Trip to Sublice

Mark De Cristo

It was our last day teaching in Frankfurt. We had been there for two weeks, working the intensive English courses for newly hired German employees, eight teaching hours a day, five days a week. Too much, most teachers would say, and rightly so. But we needed the money, so we agreed, took the company car, and made the trek each morning from Berlin to the frontier with Poland, heading back again in the evening. [Read more…]

Half-Light and Whispers

Gabriel Olearnik

Twilight is the most beautiful season of the day
Where heavy light clots like milk across the seams
Of stones warmed by the touch of sun
Shapes and shadows fray and spill and run
Spreading orange moons across the pavement
And ashed, reverent dust betrays itself
To cautious breath from incensed city rises. [Read more…]

Of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Amanda Glass

I think our passage cannot be more plain
to eyes not earthly; and I think they smile
in ways which need no lips, when we attain
our little heights of thought, and pause, beguiled
by glimpses of far brighter realms beyond.
Like children in strange countryside, we cling
together, all-confiding, close and fond,
and with the grace of youth and joy we fling
our baubles—pealing laughter, glances clear
and heady, sweet air-kisses born of souls
which meet from shining eyes. For here
and now we can be lavish—time’s grim tolls
have not yet wrecked our readiness to give
ourselves without reserve. [Read more...]

Quid Est Veritas?

J.B. Toner

But how can I be happy, when I know
   Each hour I add a sin-weight to His load
   As he goes reeling up the Sorrow-Road
To grim Golgotha where the ravens go?
But how can I be sad, when I know well
   He died for us, to bring us lasting joy—
   He bled and suffered, sadness to destroy,
And hush the haunting threnodies of Hell?
Ah, Lord, Thy wisdom brims with mystery,
With beauties that it scalds the eyes to see,
  With healing that can cut us like a knife;
I understand the crowning irony:
That Pilate questioned, "What is truth?" of Thee,
   Who art, Thyself, the Way and Truth and Life!

J.B. Toner is a graduate of the school of hard knocks.


K.K. Adams

I sit in sullen silence
on the sofa, curled up,
at every rustle and stir
from the bedroom
if you are coming
to find me,
so like a child
crouching behind a hedge
in a game
of hide and seek. [Read more…]

The Builders

Gabriel Olearnik

Come up and take them.

–Leonidas, king of Sparta, when asked
by the Persian emperor to lay down his arms.
Battle of Thermopylae, 480 B.C.

The gate was almost finished.
In those thirsty hours, a taut rack of earth we raised
With much labor. We packed the soil with shield-butts.
Waist deep in horse-flies, we stretched our lances—
Protean, slender bronze. Our cloaks were red and wet,
The air was old and saline by the end. [Read more…]

SS. Peter and Paul 2007

Publisher’s Note


Mary Angelita Ruiz,

Richard John Neuhaus,
The Particular Imagination

Colleen Carroll Campbell,
Flannery O’Connor’s Disruptive Grace

Michael D. O’Brien,
Will Beauty Save the World?

Peter Kreeft,
Stabbing Realism and Divine Grace


Eleanor Bourg Donlon,
The Character of Magdalen Montague

J.B. Toner,
The Last Ship

Jonathan McDonald,
Happy Hills

Alaide Mata,


Gabriel Olearnik,

J.B. Toner,
Quid Est Veritas?

K.K. Adams,

Amanda Glass,
Of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Kevin Rulo,


Mark De Cristo,
Day Trip to Slubice

Katy Carl,
Self-Gift and the Literary Vocation

Art and Prose

Matthew G. Alderman,
In Praise of Unattainable Women

Art and Photography

Whitney Wolf,

Assisi, Italy

Teresa Burkett,

Patrick Anderson,
Stored Treasure

Patrick Anderson and Janice Walker,
XP and the Tree

Janice Walker,
Fear and Trembling

Self-Gift and the Literary Vocation

Katy Carl

When you’ve grown into a Person (it’s all right; we’ve all had to do it) there’ll be some things which you’ll see better than anyone else. One of the things you’ll want to do will be to tell us about them.

– C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

There is a great divide among creative people today, a divide that has always existed but has become more pronounced throughout the last century and a half. Art seeks to recover itself from the stylistic extremes of modernism and postmodernism. It seeks to re-learn how to reach the larger culture while remaining true to itself. As it does this, it again faces a central dilemma. [Read more…]

Small in All

Kevin Rulo

Virgo Supercluster, all the way out.
The Local Group, thirty strong, and growing.
Galaxias, vacuous black, gaseous light.
The Solar System is not all that small.
Mother Earth is not either.
Wajir, Kenya, on a dusty hill,
In a wobbly box of a building,
Where no one’s supposed to be,
A man bent over a table whispers
Hoc est enim corpus meum.

Kevin Rulo received his MA from the Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C., where he is currently a doctoral student and an instructor of Rhetoric & Composition.

A Natural Law

Kevin Rulo

The man who gets his fill
Will never render nil
The want he did but kill.

In wanting he did seal
That want could never heal
For want is like a wheel,

A wheel that goes around
Where want is lost then found
And then tracks like a hound.

Kevin Rulo received his MA from the Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C., where he is currently a doctoral student and an instructor of Rhetoric & Composition.