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 […]
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 […]
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. […]