The Princess and the Paladin
Part I The Paladin returned one morning to a piece of dreadful news. It was the kind of tidings that kept him from the pews. For though a knight and champion, he was first…
Category: Original Poetry
THE BOG DWERCH
By Kat Clements White wyrms lick with flaming tongues The iron as it glows. Red-hot, the metal dragon’s roars Are lost beneath my blows. Between the strikes I hear a call: An unknown…
Sons of Liberty
By Amanda Pizzolatto This has to end, enough’s enough! Rise up boys, the going is tough And the tough have to get going They’ve ignored pleas and bellowing We must take action this very…
Heart unto Heart
In honor of the Feast of the Sacred Heart, the overturning of Roe vs. Wade, and all my fellow pro-life advocates who have dedicated their lives to caring for women and children, born and unborn.…
A Poem For Holy Wisdom
In every blue there is an orange and a yellow said Van Gogh Life and change and sunlight Under and amid the azure canopy of heaven How fitting then the Union of the three shades…
The Lifespan of a Garden
A spring birth comes with dangers for seedlings. Rain may fall with gentle nourishment or cold may come suddenly, like a bomb, with ash-frost scattered across the throats and young limbs of green seedlings coming…
The Fox and the Lyre
O'er the bright hills and southern green He laid warmly in cover'd grassy mows Play'd tune amongst the trees The beasts of woodland crowds came to play Orpheus, his song of high muses Made…
“The April Fool”
By Fr. Jacob Boddicker, SJ “Tear down this temple,” the April Fool cried,“and on the third day shalt I raise it up.”On an ass did he come, crowd-hailed, then hiedto a quiet place with his…
He Descended into the Darkness and Freed the Captives
By G. Connor Salter Part I: Saturday I stand here in my cave, my abyss Weep as I walk further inward. Into the bowels of my sin, Here I find my hidden longings. Dark revolting…
An Hour That Passes
“My life is but an instant, an hour that passes by; To love you, my dearest God, I only have today.” – St. Therese of Lisieux “He who sells his next life for his present…