Category: Fiction, Poetry & Humor

Lamenting Loss of Family-Owned Grocery
0

Lamenting Loss of Family-Owned Grocery

by

The old grocery store in my neighborhood is closing next month. Boy, does that make me sad. The family-owned store has been a staple in our community for more than 50 years. Its simple, spartan interior is a snapshot into the past, the way grocery stores were in the ’60s and ’70s — like the […]

Poem: "Quietly sitting in Adoration"
0

Poem: “Quietly sitting in Adoration”

by

Quietly Sitting in Adoration “Go to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament and simply let Him Love you” St. JohnPaul II Kneeling or Quietly sitting in Adoration Yielding and passive and prayerful- there is that. Yet, so much is astir For with the faintest, softest “Yes” He comes to you! His heart bursting with love Radiating […]

D.C. Snow's Silver Lining
0

D.C. Snow’s Silver Lining

by

I admit it: I love the snow and the cold. I love to be outside, gazing up at the stars on cold, crisp evenings. I love how the snow blankets my hillsides. And most of all, I love how snow disrupts daily life — particularly in Washington, D.C. I lived in Washington for nearly eight […]

Poem: "White Tulips"
0

Poem: “White Tulips”

by

White Tulips Making fun among the tombs, Crumbling marble shake-shakes for shame. Dry bones gaze up, on carefree bodies Frolicking upon the grass.White tulips crane Graceful necks, framed by slender green, From vases placed on graves That mark the silent, Monuments that mourn The passed. Spirited love Warms Still souls Hearts beat Beneath the Soil’s […]

Food Intervention, Government Style
0

Food Intervention, Government Style

by

“All right, tubby, if you aren’t going to stop sitting in front of the TV, eating fatty and sugary treats, maybe the government should force you to change your ways.” “Force me to change my ways? But I know what foods do and don’t make me tubby. I choose to live this way.” “Yeah, and […]

Poem: "Of Course He Would Go to Her First"
0

Poem: “Of Course He Would Go to Her First”

by

Of Course He Would Go to Her First Reluctantly, he had let her go, “Just to get a few things” she had said. He was anxious if she was out of his sight for even a moment, His heart racing as the words constantly lingered, “Behold your Mother”. But she had reassured him “Only an […]

Overreaching in Plain English
0

Overreaching in Plain English

by

Get this: The federal government is trying to explain things to citizens in plain English. In 2010, you see, President Obama signed the Plain Writing Act into law. It requires that all federal agencies use “clear government communication that the public can understand and use.” In 2011, Obama took the plain-language initiative a step further. […]

A Spoken Word Poem by Fr. Pontifex
0

A Spoken Word Poem by Fr. Pontifex

by

Why I Love Religion, And Love Jesus

Poem: "Baby Bump? Blob?"
0

Poem: “Baby Bump? Blob?”

by

Baby Bump? Blob? The rulers have babies; The ruled, warts and blobs. Preborn ruler babies, ‘Til birth, sweet heartthrobs. The princess, with child; The peasants, cell masses. Children are frowned on For the low lower classes. Preborn white scion daughter, So good for the nation. Why not budding black blobs? Location, location, location. Anglo aristocrat […]

Awaiting Our Next George Washington
0

Awaiting Our Next George Washington

by

“Boy, here’s something we could use more of today: unity among the American people. Americans are so divided.” “Maybe so, but we’ve been divided worse before.” “We were?” “Watch the History Channel series ‘Sons of Liberty.’ It dramatizes the heated arguments that took place among Colonial leaders, who had a lot to lose by declaring […]

Poem: "I Thirst"
0

Poem: “I Thirst”

by

“I Thirst” Divine Mercy generates divine thirst. Divine Thirst generates human longing. Human Longing seeks the generator. Generator manifests as triunity. Holy Trinity is Love Longing Seeking Pursuing Love reveals Divine Mercy Love satiates Divine Thirst Love fulfills Human Longing Love generates Love. Love IS Thirsty Stacy Peterson

Poem: "Nomad at Night"
0

Poem: “Nomad at Night”

by

Nomad At Night Wind scorpions move safely under night’s cover A long life’s  journey erased on windswept dunes The nomad travels under the stars Following the rise of many moons Final morning brings the fruit of hardship’s travels Then the Nomad will lie down at the feet Of He who watches in the West Waving forward those He’s waited to meet Surrounded by banquets, with music and song! […]

Poem: "Lead, Kindly Light"
0

Poem: “Lead, Kindly Light”

by

Lead, Kindly Light Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home,– Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene,–one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst […]

Poem: "My Work"
0

Poem: “My Work”

by

My Work Knowing my routines as close neighbors do, They regard me with suspicion as I drive off to church- “It’s a weekday, for chrissakes!” They don’t know it is my job. My work to adore the sacristan’s bounty of a dark and empty church, to polish the holy vessels of the Precious Body and […]

Why Unemployed Men Don’t Do Housework
0

Why Unemployed Men Don’t Do Housework

by

Women have long been annoyed that they do more housework than men, as demonstrated by many studies, but now they are really steamed. Last December, The New York Times reported on a regrettable trend. The number of men between the ages of 25 and 54 who are unemployed is at all-time high: 16 of every […]

For Groundhog's Day -- An Interview with Punxsutawney Phil
0

For Groundhog’s Day — An Interview with Punxsutawney Phil

by

Every Feb. 2, Punxsutawney Phil, a groundhog, is pulled from a tree stump in Punxsutawney, PA. If he sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t, spring is just ahead. In a 2010 interview, I asked Phil about a request made by the People for the Ethical Treatment of […]

Poem: "A little Snow was Here and There"
0

Poem: “A little Snow was Here and There”

by

A little Snow was Here and There A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair — Since she and I had met and played Decade had gathered to Decade — But Time had added not obtained Impregnable the Rose For summer too indelible Too obdurate for Snows — Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Child of Mine"
0

Poem: “Child of Mine”

by

Child of Mine He needs you, needs you now; Son, he has no wine. He calls out now for you; Son, he too is a son of mine. She needs you, needs you now; Son, she has no wine. She calls out now for you; Son, she too is a daughter of mine. All these […]

Two by the Sea
0

Two by the Sea

by

I  Jenny would stretch out for hours on the sand, rolling back and forth to feel its course, graininess rub against her body. Although most people hate the sensation of the sand that sticks in their swimsuits and between their toes, she relished this feeling. The coarseness of the sand continued to remind her of […]

On Handwritten Letters
0

On Handwritten Letters

by

I received an unexpected postcard in the mail the other day from an old friend. It made my day. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a handwritten letter from a friend — it has to be 10 or 15 years. What’s worse, I can’t remember the last time I wrote one. The reasons […]

Poem: "Windowless Jail Cell"
0

Poem: “Windowless Jail Cell”

by

Windowless Jail Cell A little window from your room Let our letters be Because for a time Separated souls are we. Let our little lights shine The gay breezes of our day As leaves we rake send joy Along, along, along your way. Cherry grape tomatoes Still hang upon the vine Lingering memories of sweet […]

Poem: "The King's Chamber"
0

Poem: “The King’s Chamber”

by

The King’s Chamber The pyramid of Khufu The King’s Chamber The sarcophagus Then imagine No empty coffin But nuclear reaction Within those tons of stone Plutonium and cobalt Demons of the desert Then, five thousand years Times five thousand years In which to guard this stone-wrapped mummy O desert night Deserted burial And restless Pharaoh […]

A Slippery Slope
0

A Slippery Slope

by

Ah, winter has arrived in all its glory, which means one thing: more sledding bans! According to The Associated Press, Dubuque, Iowa, has banned sledding at 48 of its 50 municipal parks. The reason: costly lawsuits. In one case, a 5-year-old girl in Omaha, Neb., hit a tree while sledding and became paralyzed. In another […]

Poem: "Catholyric I Had a Dream Dedicated to Sr Marie Jude"
0

Poem: “Catholyric I Had a Dream Dedicated to Sr Marie Jude”

by

Page 1 of 3212345...102030...Last »