Paul Mariani’s poems ask, “Does God know us only by the names our parents gave us?,” another reminder of how the human and eternal meet.

Pre-grief is not the absence of hope. Somehow, we can mourn what is passing away even while we work to preserve it.

Well, I am shy of miracles and shy of the talk of miracles.

After the word is forgotten and discovered, and streamed until it’s nothing, she is not here.

We have found at the Catholic Book Club that different genres and authors inspire different readers and broad variations in discussion, another reason to mix it up a bit in terms of genres and styles. Our two most recent selections have been no exception.

it has / become the norm / to claim your side / just scored.