The Mind of the Maker and the Art of Liturgy: A Poet’s Eye View
…the mind of the maker and the Mind of the Maker are formed on the same pattern, and all their works are made in their
…the mind of the maker and the Mind of the Maker are formed on the same pattern, and all their works are made in their
After the painting The Massacre of the Innocents by Léon Cogniet Once we cradled close in the corner of our room, folded like prayer-hands, while
Sloucher crooked like a human question mark. Flaneur of Copenhagen, Street-corner loafer. Unscientific method-ist, proto-existentialist Godseeker labeled philosopher by posterity. Writing the opposite of what
Here, from my box of precious things: a handful of rose petals dry and wither-burnt; a smooth stick in the shape of a perfect “y;”
Sometime around 2010, contralto Imelda Franklin Bogue approached me to set the Christmas poem of G.K. Chesterton’s “A Christmas Carol” to music. I was newly
—after François Mauriac If you wish to resist the cross of Christ Don’t you dare dream up a casual affair. Follow Rimbaud. Pulled hair, soul
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
Lord, you have searched me and have known my madness, a wilderness of visions and song. I welter in birthright riddles, my mother deranged,
wind myself up the way my buddy, Dave, taught me when I was fifteen, kick my leg toward high heaven land on it, pivot,
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, all His bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword has passed. I. As He Leaves the Palace of