Strictly speaking, anyone spreading ideas, good or bad, engages in propaganda. Preaching is propaganda. St. Paul wrote propaganda.

Our scars pulse with the rage that cannot sound

Paul Mariani’s poems ask, “Does God know us only by the names our parents gave us?,” another reminder of how the human and eternal meet.

Pre-grief is not the absence of hope. Somehow, we can mourn what is passing away even while we work to preserve it.

After the word is forgotten and discovered, and streamed until it’s nothing, she is not here.

We have found at the Catholic Book Club that different genres and authors inspire different readers and broad variations in discussion, another reason to mix it up a bit in terms of genres and styles. Our two most recent selections have been no exception.