When we lie like fallow ground, God puts in new seeds. Friday, November 28, 2014. A co-worker was walking slightly ahead of me wearing a hooded sweatshirt and telling me how he was not going to purchase a coat for himself, money was tight and food on the table was more important. I walked into the book store as the sole custome.

After six years of sporadic blogging Modern Letters has run its course. Going back through the posts as I removed them from the site I was struck by the many friends and acquaintances who stood behind the content of the posts, and who encouraged me to continue writing. Thank you for that, and for reading. I will post an update here if I pick up internet writing again. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

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The Word, the flesh, and a good pair of pliers. Monday, April 21, 2014. Wooden Woman takes in a long breath. This is where she takes off her shoes. Between the toes of Engineers boots and hers. Under the shoe tree and merged with. House dust is mostly skin, cells shed like snow. Within seven years every cell is replaced.

Tracking Jesus Inside the Empire. Jerry Berrigan, left, and his brother the Rev. Daniel Berrigan with Sister Elizabeth McAlister in 1972. Mr Berrigan was a quieter counterpart to his brothers, the former Josephite priest Philip and the Jesuit priest and auth.

So The Moon Would Not Be Swallowed. So The Moon Would Not Be Swallowed. So The Moon Would Not Be Swallowed. Saturday, June 5, 2010.

CONTEST CLOSED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2015. 3,000 in cash prizes. Our chief contest judge, Barbara Mitchell, recently lost her husband, John, to cancer. Please keep Barbara in your prayers. Winners of our 2015 contest have been chosen and are posted. Winning poems will appear in the next few days. Be sure to return to read some great poetry! Bull; Poetry Contests Updates.

Friday, July 31, 2015. Compassion is not a zero-sum game. Babies are being torn limb from limb, and still we find room in our hearts to weep over a lion. We still have enough leftover moral indignation to call out comparatively trivial hypocrisies. And we still try to push all of this out of our minds long enough to make dinner and take out the trash and do all the other things that are ours to do. Compassion is not the sort of thing that diminishes with use. Thursday, June 18, 2015.