When Donkeys Talk Endorsements

Blanski’s work is Anglican popularizing Christendom at its best. —WORLD Magazine Blanski is on a mission to shake up Christianity…his edgy and hip prose breathe new life. —Publishers Weekly Tyler Blanski adores Jesus and downright loves Christianity, the historical kind. He holds his faith up like a flaming torch in the face of scientism and secularism. His book is ...

An Explosion In Reverse

“Ever since the coming of John the Baptist the kingdom of Heaven has been subjected to violence and violent men are seizing it.” Remember that one scene in that one movie (it doesn’t matter which) where the building explodes? Fire flashes and plumes of smoke mushroom up and out. Everyone is leaping away and running for ...

The Silent Hymns of Heaven

The Silent Hymns of Heaven   Glory be to God for his glory in the day; Praise him all you night stars in spangled vast array.   Join the happy anthem, all creatures here below; Turn your eyes to heaven, give up your noise and woe.   Do not crucify him, sin-blinkered and purblind, Casting lots for garments with games of doubt and pride.   Keep ...

You Are The Secret Kept Secret

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You Are the Secret Kept Secret   you are the secret kept secret, the song only stars have known.   whatever the moon hasn’t told and why its shining, whatever men spend life looking for, rarely finding;   whatever is sun and sod and songbird song, and whatever clothes the fields in dew is you.   and i love you, but only the stars have known.   Minneapolis, 2009. ...

A Dissertation

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A DISSERTATION Aurora Borealis, Aurora Australis1   We are, I am told, evolved2 star powder: The explosion, the exodus, the slow growth— Our anatomy3 is a little cosmology.4 No wonder a firmament5 fills the cerebrum:6 Expanses stretch inside us, aromas,7 Our thinking caps are knit by Mother Reason, Person sets a match to the soma;8 No wonder we wish our city lights, The spirit of Claudius,9 ...

I Haven’t the Faintest; None

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I Haven’t the Faintest; None   i haven’t the faintest; none. the sky, the world, the pregnant girl; the smell of autumn and leaves ready for kicking on roadsides and in liturgies; rural church days (and every all days) say: ‘i and these my own are for you.’ and i know you: you’re the place i’ve been walking towards.   all the king’s men and the ...

Shoulder

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Shoulder   mis-,  de-,  ex-, un-poetry, all gone: Christ does not remember: why do you, remade and shining ad-, re-, in-, pro-soul?   comely believes nothing he cannot measure or weigh.   ‘how much does yr wife weigh?’ i asked, ‘and how does she measure?’   kisses, love make, fiery tongues, all gone: in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, how much does she weigh?   Hillsdale, 2005. Self-published in Clay Eyes.

Vox Clamantis

By Saturday, October 9, 2004 0 , Permalink 0

Vox Clamantis …And Nicodemus said to Him, ‘How can these things be?’ —John 3   We sparkle, we chaff And in tones nonchalant but grim Confess the therapy of rosaries Adultery and gin. But, Oh, love, do not look me in the eye! Morning’s torso always turns, always redresses in disgrace. Lift the fig leaf to the face (we can’t go back the Eastern way): Conquest, rapture, ...