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.

Stabbing Realism and Divine Grace

Peter Kreeft

The greatest science fiction novel of all time is A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. C.S. Lewis highly recommends it in his Letters. It has been in print every year since it came out in the 1960s, selling millions of copies, yet is not well known or publicized in the literary or science fiction establishments. Why? Because it is a very Catholic book. The hero and protagonist is the Church herself. It is also a profoundly pro-life book. [Read more…]

Will Beauty Save the World?

Michael D. O’Brien

At the beginning of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s novel The Idiot, the central character Prince Myshkin is shown a portrait of a young woman named Nastassya Filippovna by a Madame Yepanchin, his hostess. She holds Nastassya in contempt because her moral reputation is tarnished. [Read more…]

Flannery O’Connor’s Disruptive Grace

Colleen Carroll Campbell

When I first discovered Flannery O’Connor’s fiction, I was both fascinated and disturbed. Her shrewd wit, insights into the human psyche, and sense of place captivated me. Yet her crank characters and violent plots puzzled me. I admired her gift for short stories but considered the tales too unsettling to claim as favorites. [Read more…]

The Particular Imagination

Richard John Neuhaus

Mention the Catholic literary tradition and the conversation promptly turns to the “Catholic imagination,” or, following theologian David Tracy, “the analogical imagination.” Catholics are good at making connections: between the immanent and the transcendent, between the eternal and the temporal, between the spiritual and the material. This proclivity for connections is attributed to the “incarnational principle” that is at the heart of Catholicism. All this is true, and hardly surprising in a community that eats the Creator of heaven and earth under the appearance of bread and wine. [Read more…]