Wiseblood Books

Story without a Name

Eve Tushnet

I.

Italics. I am in italics. I am canted slantwise toward the world. I pretend that the Roman numeral was modeled on me—the number for one. One alone, to be my own. . . .

I will never hear.

I.

I am the ellipsis. I am discreetly edited out.

I.

I am trapped in the subjunctive tense. Quisiera. I would have wanted. Perdiera. I would have missed. I would have. You know I would have. [Read more...]

Nor Washed Away By the Flood

Anders O.F. Hendrickson
Ejected, exiled, homeless, Eden banned,
   no fires called Adam home at end of day
   but Eve’s; and there alone where Sarah lay
held nomad Abram any share of land.
Beside the garden locked seemed naught but sand
   to Solomon his court in royal array;
   and home enough was Egypt’s farthest quay
to Joseph, if but Mary held his hand. [Read more...]

The Letters of Magdalen Montague: Prologue

Eleanor Bourg Donlon

Prologue *

On 4 April 1947, a house on the Rue des Trois Frères, raided by the Nazis and left untenanted since the liberation of Paris, was sold. Records of past ownership had been destroyed during the occupation, and since memory is short in that district, little was known of the man who had most recently lived there. No stories were known to explain his departure. How could there be at a time when so many were dead or disappeared without a trace? He might have evacuated the city with so many others; he might have been imprisoned; he might have been dead.

In the far corner of a dark and cluttered attic, a large, flat-topped trunk of soiled gray Trianon canvas was found. A label inside the lid boldly proclaimed the craftsmanship of Louis Vuitton—Malletier à Paris. Collaborator. [Read more...]

Loneliness Is My Contraception

Joseph Fino

My friend tells me he was born 1984. I was born then. My friend tells me he ran cross country in middle school. I ran track. My friend tells me he ran a marathon. I ran one last year. My friend tells me he ran his in ‘81. I tell my friend to shut up. He never talks again and I haven’t run a day in my life.

My dad tells me about his wife. “She’s kind of a beautiful woman.” I remind him he’s not married. “She has the hair of a lioness.” I don’t even know what that means. “She prowls around with intent.” I remind him he walks around aimlessly and wonder why mom didn’t leave him sooner.

My brother tells me I don’t understand anything. I tell him I understand that. He tells me I need to grow up. I kick him in the groin and tell him to man up. He cries like me. [Read more...]

Sts. Peter and Paul 2008

Publisher’s Note

Feature

Bernardo Aparicio Garcia

A Man of Culture: Reflections on the Papal Visit

Fiction

Eleanor Bourg Donlon, The Letters of Magdalen Montague

Joseph Fino

Loneliness Is My Contraception

C.M. Schott,

What He Heard

Amy Kopecky,

The Short Life of a Bird

Poetry

Joseph O’Brien,

Anders O.F. Hendrickson,

Nor Washed Away by the Flood

Michael Lee Johnson,

Twist My Words

Roger Mitchell,

Leah Acosta,

The Same

Eve Tushnet,

Story Without a Name

Amanda Glass,

Slim

Abigail Swift,

Still to See

Mike Schorsch,

Well

Br. Ignatius Peacher, O. Cist.,

Chipping Sparrow

Drama

Grace Andreacchi,

Lawrence: A Mystery Play

Essays

Stefan McDaniel,

Loving Our Second Selves

Reviews

Eleanor Bourg Donlon,

Divining Divinity: A Book of Poems by Joseph Pearce

Miguel Jiménez,

Faith at the Edge, edited by Angelo Matera

Art and Photography

Sarah Hempel Irani,

The Annunciation of Mary

Teresa Burkett,

Patrick Anderson,

Angel

A Man of Culture: Reflections on the Papal Visit

Pope Benedict XVI, the pundits tell us, is not living up to his image as God’s Rottweiler. One almost senses a hint of disappointment in their voice. Admittedly, many recent articles have featured generally positive portrayals of the Holy Father, but they have also given rise to the cliché that Pope Benedict is a “mystery.” This seems to have been the default media position during his recent visit to the United States. How is it, they wonder, that this strict disciplinarian—this former Panzerkardinal—now seems more interested in talking about love and hope—as he has at length in his two first encyclicals—than in hunting down heretics, sinners, and unbelievers? Has he gone soft? Is it a public relations move? So far the media refuse to imagine that the caricature of the pope they themselves created upon his election may have been mistaken in the first place. [Read more...]

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