Faith, Fiction, Friends

Next year, we will have lived in our house 40 years. We raised our two sons here. Every room (and the basement) has stories to tell.   But w...

In early May, I was reading   A Farewell to Arms   by Ernest Hemingway. Coincidentally, a writer named Harvey Stanbrough announced a writing...

Most poetry anthologies follow one of several standard templates. They may be chronological, or the subset of poetry by century. They may be...

Growing up in late 1950s and early 1960s New Orleans meant by definition that you were part of a Catholic culture. My family wasn’t Catholic...

It’s said daily more times than anyone can count: Christianity in America is in serious decline. Cited are churchgoing statistics. The rise ...

Do you know where you were on April 22, 1970?   On a warm April Wednesday, I was on the parade ground at Louisiana State University, sitting...

If you’ve never heard of the “ Golden Shovel ” form of poetry, you’re not alone. It’s relatively new, created by National Book Award wi...

“We are made for poems,” writes professor, writer, poet, and historian Mark S. Burrows . “As children, we come to them naturally, delig...