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Wasted Talent
Poetry

Wasted Talent

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.’” – Erma Bombeck But what if you stood before Him at the close of your moments still stuffed with unused talents? Only a few bits used up That is very wasteful says God I could have given those To someone else But I wanted you to have them I thought you could do something with them…

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On the Trace of a Desire
Poetry

On the Trace of a Desire

You were blowing like a light breeze I felt you on my skin like a whirlwind. I brought my ear close and all became calm. Your hair was silky your eyes were charmed by a vivid green. It was not me it was the reflection of your own words. It was not mine the mirrored image it was the shell of your own desires. I look at me now distant in time and in space what do I see? The stairway of a dream whose steps never knew how to climb…

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In Conversation with Maria Giura, author of Celibate: A Memoir

In Conversation with Maria Giura, author of Celibate: A Memoir

In Celibate: A Memoir (Apprentice House Press, 2019) Maria Giura recounts the deep crisis and sense of displacement she experienced…

Faith and Fraternity: Ottawa’s Sant’Antonio da Padova Church

Faith and Fraternity: Ottawa’s Sant’Antonio da Padova Church

Mythopoeia, or myth making, are narratives that create reliable explanations for ontic stability. They are stories that interplay archetypes and…

Tangueando in Covid Time

Tangueando in Covid Time

In 2004, Antonio Iantorno stood on Viale Monza in Milano, handing out homemade flyers. Greeting strangers with a smile, he…

Tree of Life

Tree of Life

SAPLING Sunday mornings, Mom attends mass at St. Ambrose Church while Dad takes me to High Park where I play…

The Anthropology of Fire

The Anthropology of Fire

“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb)   Monday, 9 a.m. Not writing. Dim, dreary…

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