Richard Novak, C.S.C.

Flow, blood; you are not me but I have known your intercourse since the crimson dawn of infancy and felt your churning force. Rest, heart; prepare anew for I will vein a richer flood of this eddying life and pressure through my system bolder blood. Blood is strength but blood turns sour wrecks the . . . . Continue Reading »

I am no lazy lover with sweeping grandeurs of small talk. Words, you discover are passing; love endures. Proffered is no measured length of the potential soul. Rather, influence of strength, corner-stone, cemented whole. The senses know the form and smile and eyes of love, but the lover’s norm is . . . . Continue Reading »