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SoCal: A Sorting of the Ways

Ricardo Quinones

“All people are the same,”
breezing she goes over her bubbly;
“Oh no they’re not,”
passing on the fly I let out,
with which I am glad to say
even my masseuse agreed,
though she doubled down on diversity. [Read more...]

Salisbury Plain

Taylor Graham

Just over [Stonehenge’s] shoulders I could see, in the blue haze of the remote distance, the spire of Salisbury Cathedral.
— Elihu Burritt, A Walk from London to Land’s End (1865)

Seascape of land: chalky waves that dip
and swell in barrow-mounds—whose graves?
The secret’s lost in history’s haze and pale
green life rooting into thinnest soil.
What tree could grow here? Only stone,
[Read more...]

Suit

Gabriel Olearnik

It was an orange hour, nearly seven o’clock, when I arrived. That time of day has always been the most beautiful season for me, when the neon starts to burn and line the edges of houses and hedgerows. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. In the middle distance there was a roar of traffic by the main road but it was intermittent, irregular, and did not intrude upon my reverie.

The houses were small and brown, little bungalows almost, and draped with trees. The streets were all named for men. I saw the signs for “Henry Close” and “Andrew Estate” in the half-light. The smell of laundry and cooking dressed the air, here Persil, there faint Indian spices. I could see the shimmer of women moving in headscarves in the low balconies. [Read more...]

Operation Pedro Pan

Monica Magnan

They all carry something.
The girl seated next to him
has a holy card with Christ pointing
to a gash in His heart, redder than a mango.
His mother has given him a loaf of bread
with the imprint of a palm frond baked
into the crust like a fossil. [Read more...]

Cinemanemia or Revenge of the Bloodsucked

Eleanor Bourg Donlon

“I didn’t like it. It wasn’t serious enough.”

It was a reasonable enough comment out of context, but with my knowledge of the subject under discussion (i.e., the virtues and vices of a raucously goofy film about melodramatic vampyres, ancient curses, and heroes and heroines acting in a highly improbable but impassioned manner) the moment was rather piquant. Why would one go to a film about vampyres and expect it to be serious? Isn’t that rather like expecting a profound and coherent sociological message from Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein? [Read more...]

Profesore Takes His Cure

Caroline Paddock

Luca, the young doctor, stopped Peter in the middle of the alley and took the branches right out of his hand. “Professore, you feeling bad?” Luca asked.

“I—” Peter muttered through his nest of a white beard. “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

The doctor took Peter by the arm and led him aside to the fountain at the Piazza della Madonna. Peter watched him stick his hand under the water. Then he felt a cold splash against his forehead. Another splash soaked his temples and ran down into his beard in droplets. Then Peter found Luca’s hand cupped, full of water, touching his lips. “Drink, drink,” Luca said, so Peter drank. “One minute, Professore. Stay one minute.” Luca reached into his bag and pulled out a stethoscope and thermometer. [Read more...]

Born-Again Virgin

Andrew McNabb

Holy, holy Ciara, numbed below the waist in her freely flowing bridal gown. Three months fresh from absolution. Pre-Cana, and she had kept her word since, lying stiff as a board night after night next to her Digby so she could wear white and it wouldn’t be a farce; but there she was, garter tight to thigh, in the room in her mother’s house she had grown up in, waiting for the word of the limousine to arrive, having just banished her mother to the hall, so confused in bridal plume, wondering about what she hadn’t mentioned to Fr. Danny: that bit of blood red by her own hand. [Read more...]

Sts. Peter and Paul 2010

Feature

Born Again Virgin  Andrew McNabb

Fiction

Flesh  Steven Stafford

Suit  Gabriel Olearnik

Professore Takes His Cure  Caroline Paddock

February 29th  Bernadette Morgan

Poetry

Saving Languages  Taylor Graham

In An Upland Field Taylor Graham

Salisbury Plain  Taylor Graham

First Edition  Gabriel Olearnik

Threadworks  Gabriel Olearnik

A Note to Rebecca  Diana Hallare

The Odor of Sanctity  Chene Heady

A Story in Ashes  Joshua Hren

SoCal: A Sorting of the Ways  Ricardo J. Quinones

Into a Pied Night Sky  J. Cooper

Stained Glass  Sarah DeCorla-Souza

Operation Pedro Pan  Monica Magnan

David and Bathsheba  Monica Magnan

Peter After Tabor  Mark Amorose

Whenever She Dresses All Blues I Become Two  L. M. Sloca

Flight of Fancy  L. M. Sloca

Yesterday, Today & Just Maybe  L. M. Sloca

Essays

From the Profound to the Popular: Two Essays on Evil in English Literature  Eleanor Bourg Donlon

  1. Cinemanemia or Revenge of the Bloodsucked
  2. Enter a Devil: The Satanic Sublime in the English Literary Canon
Art and Photography

Fields over Belgrade Montana  Whitney Wolf

Ed on Single Scull, Lake Lanier  Whitney Wolf

Change  Whitney Wolf

Cades Cove, Tennessee  Whitney Wolf

The Return  Whitney Wolf

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