Thankfulness
by Sara Whitestone This piece was originally published by GFT Press. Of all my States of Mind, Virginia is the hardest to unmix—to cipher down
by Sara Whitestone This piece was originally published by GFT Press. Of all my States of Mind, Virginia is the hardest to unmix—to cipher down
by Ann Marie Bausch Once upon a time, I was lucky enough to be invited on a free trip to Paris. I encountered the usual
Upon his Feast Day, January 25 by John Estes In Jean Cocteau’s film Orphée, Orpheus (the most square-jawed Orpheus ever conceived, played with pompadour by
by Amanda C. R. Clark People often tell me in hushed tones that they delight in book sniffing. These confessions are wrapped in happy, faux-guilt-laden
by Polly Hollar Pauley I recently read that Japanese ceramic artists think that an item that has suffered damage becomes more beautiful, and that when
by Doug Sugano In my mind, this post is about a red hoodie. You may disagree, but it’s my post. My wife, Linda, and I
by Heather Caliri I was a junior in college when my Bible study leader, Tina, recommended that I memorize Scripture. She pulled out a card
by T. J. Pancake I took freshman-year health class as a sophomore in high school. It’s mostly about sex, which you would think 15-year-olds would
by Kathryn Smith Beneath my patio, a silent upheaval. Silent to me, though the ants hear it in their own way, a vibration humming their
by Amanda C.R. Clark My friend and scholar Dr. Eric Cunningham recently wrote a chapter in Becoming Beholders (Liturgical Press, 2014), titled “Beholding the Eschaton,”
by Kelli Hennessey I have always been heavy. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t extremely aware of the limits of my body. I
by Amanda C. R. Clark, Ph.D. In the Sant’Ignazio di Loyola church in Rome, entire walls are wreathed with relics in a macabre tapestry. Stretching
by Ryan (Flyn) Stevens I was little, very little, when Naked Boy came into being. He had no alter ego, because I was too young
by Judith Shadford My response to running water is instinctive, right up there with my response to Wagner, Rachmaninoff, Charles Villiers Stanford, Harry Potter, David
by Maggie Montague Shalom was how my grandfather greeted us as my family was ushered through the door of his 300 square foot apartment in
by Katie Cunningham Left, left The plans are to meet at the Bon Odori at 2:00. This is a soft time: when your uncle
by Mackenna Kuehl Instructions: Remember to set your alarm for 6:15 am, the exact time when you need to go and wake your mother up.
by the Rev. Martin Elfert The scar runs up my forehead, starting just above my right eyebrow. Perhaps half an inch wide at the bottom,
by Jenny Brown For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you
by Katherine Karr-Cornejo When I mention to people that I’m assigning a science fiction novel to read in a course I’ll be teaching soon, I
by Matt Comi Matt Comi: Tell me about yourself, briefly. Gala Bent: Mother of three, wife of one, lover of books, watcher of water, eater
John Taylor is an R&S editorial assistant and recent Whitworth grad. He interviewed contributor Jeff Dodd. John Taylor : You’ve said that much of your
by Erika Koss “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” American fiction is rife with characters who
by Erika Koss This was the question my friends and I asked, repeatedly, back in 1990, when we were required to read The Great Gatsby
by Alicia Peebles Less Sometimes I dreamed of myself as Puerto Rican, sometimes Native American, sometimes Japanese. It depended on the friends that I made.
by Jackie Wallace My dad has this library. It’s mostly history books, and books on various religions. He has a whole corner of the room
by Emily Grant Dave Harrity, featured in Rock & Sling (vol. 8.1) is the creator of Antler. According to their web site, “through onsite workshops, print
by Matthew Burns At the small rural school where I’ve been teaching for almost two years, I’ve apparently managed to become known within student circles
by Amy Rice and Janine Darragh Janine and I knew we liked to read YA literature. We also might have deduced (Barnes & Noble’s signs
by Ann Huston The first poem I remember writing happened in the middle of church on a Sunday morning. I was in elementary school, and
by Jacquelyn Wheeler I was at Grandie and Poppa’s house, its weird guest room with the rainbow bed spread, the baseball lamp, the plaques on
By Amy C. Rice Networking is such a boring word. I am not saying networking isn’t useful or important, but the word itself does not
by Kathryn Smith “Look at the fig tree and all the trees. As soon as they sprout leaves you can see for yourselves and know
by Nathan Hauke I’m given to write poems. I cannot anticipate their occasion —R Creeley, A Quick Graph It’s December already and the windows are