Editor’s note: the following is a work of speculative fiction. It was originally published in the April, 2002 issue of New Oxford Review. It has been reprinted with permission. Cite de Dio The Feast of The Holy Innocents, A.D. 2032 My Dearest Miguel, Oh, how I yearn to see your face again Miguel, my first-born…
With tread unsteady Breaking winter’s grasp, we thirst. Calvary looms blood red Felix culpa Joyful torments of this death. Shouldering cruel beams Wood of destruction and rebirth Heaving steps Faltering, falls What drives Him on Drinking to the dregs? This intersection Of real and ethereal Nature and grace Visceral and Divine A thunderous collision of…
Do you wish to know the mystery of a godforsaken mind? To wander through the crimson light to see what you may find? Amidst the walls of crumbling stone and pages that are tattered; amidst the long forgotten dreams and sorrows that are scattered – like so many old photos strewn across the floor –…
I’ve quipped that I know I’m truly Catholic because I anticipate the St. Andrew prayer novena as part of our Advent season while still cleaning up Thanksgiving dishes. I have found rote recitation of prayers written by others to be a precious part of my life. Prescribed prayers, even when spoken (or during difficult times,…
A distant but rapidly approaching thunderstorm awakens me from a deep sleep. I toss and turn and lie there, but find every attempt to return to sleep a futile effort, so I at last decide to take the pregnancy test that has been on my mind all afternoon. I wait, staring at the little window, willing…
Come, come with me unto the fields of the LordBring your helmet and shield, bring your Bible and sword,For great is danger – greater still, the reward –for those who remain in the arms of the Lord.Oh why would you cower? Oh, why should you fear?Death has no power – our Lord is here.And the…
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