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Mary, Queen of Angels 2020

Purchase Featuring nonfiction from Joshua Hren, fiction from Jennifer Marie Donahue and Rob Davidson and the winners and honorees of the Bakhita Prize in Visual Arts.

Leon Bloy Doesn’t Like How You Speak

Leon Bloy was said to be the strangest yet most compelling of all men in France. A threadbare beggar, a pilgrim of the absolute, a man constitutionally incapable of compromise, Bloy was unable to make peace with a life premised on the idea of respectability, claiming that his vocation was to, … [Read More...]

Friday Links, April 9, 2021

+ New Creative Writing MFA + Pope Francis devotes an Apostolic Letter to Dante + A renewed appreciation for St. Alphonsus Ligouri's Way of the Cross + A review of Jack, Marilynne Robinson's latest book in the Gilead series + Free viewing of St. Ignatius Loyola video from Catholicism … [Read More...]

Mary Oliver and the Shapes of God

In “Journey of the Magi” in Ariel (1927), T. S. Eliot’s first stanza traces the struggles and uncertainties of the magi who suffer through cold nights and sleeplessness all the while worrying that “This was all folly.” It's a legitimate concern: How did they know where the star would lead, whether … [Read More...]

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Sleeping with St. Joseph

Mike Bonifas

Yesinia waves from the classroom window. She is six years old and smiling and she presses her forehead to the pane. Jorge, her brother, makes his mouth a swirling glob of flesh and spit beneath the glass. They draw back and laugh. Abel rests the weed-whacker on his hip and touches his palm to the pane. First Jorge, then Yesinia, spread their fingers against his. They giggle and Abel smiles and the children run off and Abel gets back to work. Ten years ago, he and his mother exchanged the same gesture at Hall County Jail. The glass was thick, the light harsh. Soon after that cold farewell, she left Quanah to work poultry barns in North Carolina. [Read More…]

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