on Sam Edes when he’s backslided all he can stand, blaze orange and camo, unwashed, sour breath, headed for the pines, the power cut, the deer blind before he brakes, yanks the wheel hard, takes the turn-off he had chosen against, he’ll still brag about the eight-point rack, the tenderloin, but now the Holy Ghost […]
Poetry
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Faith, feminism & formalism: Kim Bridgford reflects on a life in poetry
Poet Kim Bridgford hopes to publish an essay on every woman poet who has ever lived through the Mezzo Cammin Women Poets Timeline, which she edits.
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America Interviews | Kim Bridgford, Poet
Kim Bridgford, an award-winning poet and editor of Mezzo Cammin, a journal of formalist poetry by women, sat down with O’Hare Fellow Colleen Dulle to talk about faith and its influence on her work.
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Dog
After Bella In truth, I know nothing of her secret or public life. She is flesh, a body carrying blood, a tight pelt of skin, the mapping of bones, and the nervy jittery pulsing of organs, a panting mouth, a tongue, a small sack of the same complex and rot that makes up my constantly […]
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Sex and Solitude: St. John Paul II in conversation with Ranier Maria Rilke
Two crucial words from Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘Letters to a Young Poet’ are missing from John Paul II’s ‘Letter to Artists’: sex and solitude.
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Death Visits the Garden
He is putting his whole hood/ over the hyssop, lowering his bone nose/ for the scent.
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When God Arrives
He lives in infinity, and his voice is/ an octave higher than silence.
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If you are keeping score, it is not real love
The moment we begin to measure, we know nothing of love, know nothing of God.
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Hornets’ Nest
“I really feel I can touch you even in this darkness when I pray.” —War correspondent James Foley (1973—2014) from his last message to his family “Man Jack the man is, just” Gerard Manley Hopkins Recovered now enough to scrub the deck, which turned dun brown with insidious dirt and […]