papal aliens
by Zach Kincaid
I guess if a Wells-like invasion materializes, the Pope will cross himself while wearing his big hat and bless his extraterrestrial brothers. Maybe... yes, possibly... he even received that gauntlet as an abduction gift and... his task is to seed the world for the coming of the mother craft!
finding holy places
by Bryce Alan Flurie
An Ongoing Photo Series
how to get there
by Paul Willis
Just below the cascade, a sycamore
has fallen
across the plunge pool,
resting an even six inches above the foam.
JUNE 2008
by David Wright
2) Performance is not really worship, though how American Christians would know the difference is beyond me. Our entire sensibility about large gatherings where music is played and sung, or where a story is told, has been shaped by attending concerts, plays, films. We are there to be entertained. We know our role: to consume pleasure, fear, pathos, irony, or some other aesthetic commodity and, when the event is over, we offer critique.
2) Performance is not really worship, though how American Christians would know the difference is beyond me. Our entire sensibility about large gatherings where music is played and sung, or where a story is told, has been shaped by attending concerts, plays, films. We are there to be entertained. We know our role: to consume pleasure, fear, pathos, irony, or some other aesthetic commodity and, when the event is over, we offer critique.
forty years: for erling
by Liesel Skorpen
So young to swear such promises
Solemn, silly promises
We could barely grasp
And couldn’t hope to keep.
summer night
by Paul Willis
The fan beats back and forth, a lighthouse
beacon made of wind. It spots you
for a breath of time, then turns away,
leaving you in the dark of calm,
disappointing psalms
by Rupert Loydell
The narrator of Disappointed Psalms is a contemporary Job, ranting against politicians, against wars, against God himself; he is also a sorrowful psalmist, lamenting the fact he finds himself doing so. This, of course, is one of the contradictions of the book: how to shout at the God you no longer believe in.
two new sections now live...
tracing continuity
by James Stewart
The park (Finsbury) we walk past to get to our nearest tube stop has a curious feature, an entire field set aside exclusively for the playing of American sports. Moving back to London from Michigan it was rather surprising to go for a walk and see kids playing Little League along the way. I've not yet made the time to go and find out if those using the facility are primarily ex-pats and their children, but based on conversations I overheard on the bus it seems quite a few are English kids fascinated by US culture.
