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Face blank as absolution,              from this back rowshe stares straight ahead              to the small raised stageof touring...

This second circle—coming back againto the coming back—the sweeping dial of days; where all time’s whats and whys and whens click clockwise on your face, or mine. Beginagain the...

“Virtue! a fig! ’tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our willsare gardeners.” —Othello, William Shakespeare “Virtue! A fig!” We...

“The ordinary acts we practice every dayat home are of more importance to the soulthan their simplicity might suggest.” —St. Thomas More Shake out doubt.Sliced mustard seedsgather in creases...

Let us nail ourselves to him, resistingthe temptation to stand apart or to joinothers in mocking him.” —Pope Benedict XVI Let us nail ourselves to him and resisttemptation’s lure...

           Here God gums up in the mouth, won’t spit itself out with every easy expletive, leaving the discussion free for disagreement.            Harder to digest than politically correct sex, shit,...

After the years of tear-drying and tissue-passing, the closed-door conferences above reproach and beyond remembrance, he packs files of sermons, reread books, thank-you notes and complaints, receipts from now-broken...