Call a Priest, My Father Said My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people...

Lady Goulds- Moving from Chicago to Missouri wasn't easy but breeding Lady Goulds kept me sane for many years--well, almost. I was writi

A Fine Distinction- What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are matters when we leave it.

POETRY JD DeHart, Ken Allan Dronsfield, Shola Balogun, Donal Mahoney, Romaine Washington, Prerna Bakshi, Peter Venable VISUAL ART Junior M

Stumps in His Cabbage You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he...

"And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the...

Spirit Fire Review|A Poem by Donal Mahoney: Never Know Who Might Be Listening-

OMG Seeing is believing smart people often tell me but no one ever told me believing is seeing except this blind lady I help across the...

All Aboard Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy who...

Believe It Or What? He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on,...