faith in formation

i live in a prism of sunshine, and that is all the joy a man could fathom. except—i often wish for rain. the hazy kind—not those […]

if the sky should dull as i am someways still alive— nevermind my candlelight. it is an old man’s wicked fantasy.

would there be any credit to the world were tomorrow i gone? vanished— like some ethereal dotted eighth—from one divine orchestral stave—into eternal hush. there is […]

the self-made man has fallen to the floor; the self-made man has fallen. and when, in stride, he rises to the fore—he will— none but god […]

Zebulon Pike—in fitfulls—cascaded up the stoic crests—the crusted ice—the wind-whipped backside of the Rocky Mountains before scoring her chest with heels and wheels and pikes—an abuse […]

There were soft Vienna mornings, you’ll recall, when Franz Joseph took his frothy kaffe along Linzer Landstrasse, the wagging wafts of conversation interdigitating with politics. And […]

it was a tuesday when the rain presided over our vows—the lusty blue kind with droplets big as your soul, heavy and falling. she took my […]

we have all had a summer night: the stretch of battalion drumfires swathed in rouged smoke, ’70s streetlights moaning with whimpers of neon, relationships simmering in […]

When Gustavo Gutierrez first put a definition to his theology of liberation—and, jointly, the “preferential option for the poor“—it was in the context of Peruvian poverty. […]