The Virginby William Wordsworth Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrostWith the least shade of thought to sin allied.Woman! above all women glorified,Our tainted nature’s solitary boast;Purer than foam on central
Today is the Feast of St. Nicholas, a saint wreathed round with more than his share of legends, some of which are lovely, some of which are odd, and some
I am from Western Washington, so for me Thanksgiving will always array itself in the color of rain; a good color, a color of warm socks, of drops trailing down
Though Satan breaks our dark glass into shardsEach shard still shines with Christ’s reflected light,It glances from the eyes, kindles the wordsOf all his unknown saints. The dark is brightWith
Every year, somebody stoops down to instruct us ignorant Catholics about the real origins of Halloween. According to that pop history, it was originally a pagan feast and then the
…I thought I would post my friend Jonathan Potter’s poem “Seattle” in honor of My Home Town. You can find more of his excellent writing here.
Brass Spittoons BY LANGSTON HUGHES Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.Clean the spittoons.The steam in hotel kitchens,And the smoke in hotel lobbies,And the slime in hotel spittoons:Part of my life. Hey, boy! A
Before Earth saw Him, she had felt and knownThe small soft feet that thrust like buds in Spring.The body of Our Lord was all her ownOnce. From the cross her
Something I never knew till about five minutes before posting this. The recording was made in 1957, when he was still the junior senator from Massachusetts. Happy Fourth of July!:
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