September 28, 2015

Mass at an immigrant detention facility in Florence, Ariz.

The thing I remember best about Louie is that he said he hadn’t had a peach in 30 years. Louie (not his real name) was a lifer; he was in his 50s and had been in prison for over three decades. On the day he told me this, as he was hanging out in the library where I work, a couple of landscape

'The Fellowship,' by Philip Zaleski and Carol Zaleski

'Katrina,' by Gary Rivilin

'Francis, Pope of Good Promise,' by Jimmy Burns

Stories of recovery and rebuilding

You can’t tell from these cloudswhy this afternoon was set on fireis burning through some lullaby you’re singing to yourselfby gathering a few leaves, some twigsfor the gentleness falling out your mouth —you dead know how it is, each hushmust be buried on the way backwith