Open Access. Powered by Scholars. Published by Universities.®
Articles 2071 - 2100 of 2280
Full-Text Articles in Arts and Humanities
Glory To God For..., John J. Attinasi C.S.B.
Metamorphosis, Gregory Conchelos
Birth, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
Shalott, Gerald Koepsell
Shalott, Gerald Koepsell
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Singing a song of darlings locked upon the castle door, and fenny things and summer leaves, and the raven's quote 'Nevermore'."
Haiku Iv, William Frankenberger C.S.B.
Salome's Lament, Clarence A. Amann
Christmas, Allan Mcmillan C.S.B.
Maybe Wait, Gregory Conchelos
The Snow, Phil Parisi
Red-Brick Buildings Shattered, David Callahan
Home, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
Home, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It was August because April was gone and he didn't know why. He walked down the midnight street unseen, and un-seeing, dreamed his steps up the walk: to the door. Above, the nighthawks circled for Insects and dove for heaven-knows-why, whirring down shiver-like and sudden toward the rooftops and into his dreams. Someday one would miss. The doorknob melted warm and silk in his grip. A hawk dove. The grains of sand in the cement between the bricks by the door sparkled facet fuddled in the moon. Someday one …
As Child I Stood, Ray Pavelsky
Lines Written After Meditation On The Traditional Contention That Christ Never Smiled, Clarence A. Amann
Lines Written After Meditation On The Traditional Contention That Christ Never Smiled, Clarence A. Amann
The Angle
No abstract provided.
Swimmer, James J. Kolb
Swimmer, James J. Kolb
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It was a quiet day, a peaceful day. The sky was blue and cloudless. The sun was hot and bright; the water neither cool nor calm-but inviting (as inviting as the Pacific can ever be). The boat was anchored a mile or two off shore of an island-no special island, just an island like so many others that dotted the South Pacific area. In some ways the island reflected the day. Its thick foliage was a luscious green, reminding one of a cool, sweet drink. Its sandy beach and …
Not With Devils, T. F. Melville
The Rafter Roof, John J. Attinasi C.S.B.
Full Issue, No Author
Cold Pavement And Two People, Jim D. Hyde
Cold Pavement And Two People, Jim D. Hyde
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"On that brisk February evening Elizabeth and I stood side by side on the Greyhound station waiting platform. It was so cold I thought my feet and fingertips would freeze. I could see no reason why everyone had to wait so long to board the bus. Although I wasn't enjoying it at all, it didn't seem to bother Elizabeth; she seemed very comfortable as she held tightly onto my arm. It struck me as if zero, waiting, and our coming separation weren't in her mind at all; I knew …
A Parable, Hugh Mater
Newman And The Autobiographical Tradition, John F. Robbins C.S.B.
Newman And The Autobiographical Tradition, John F. Robbins C.S.B.
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Cardinal Newman's Apologia Pro Vita Sua is now in its 100th. year of publication. By way of tribute, I would like to discuss the Apologia as an autobiography, but one of a very special kind- an autobiography of the mind."
Of A Daughter... Stillborn, Clarence A. Amann
Madras, Ray Pavelsky
Across The Table, Gregory Conchelos
Préméditation, Vito Marcello
Sunset, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
Sunset, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The green came silently with thunder of ants and soft suns at dusk. I could feel the old man's bones softening imperceptibly day by day. The distant brittleness that had somehow crystalized with each succeeding snow vanished from his eyes and rounded itself into a haziness that settled at the tobaccoed corners of his mouth and showed itself only here and there in a cragged upturned word. He was eighty-seven years old. He had seen his springs, he had beaten his winters."
Spring, Dave Fisher
Downtown, John J. Attinasi C.S.B.
Forsaken, R. Nicholson
Forsaken, R. Nicholson
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The torrent of the rain had fallen in wind-whipped sheets, each swollen droplet crashing on the street like so many shuttering crystals; and now, in the late afternoon, the flushed city streets be~an to steam as a cooling breeze followed in the wake of the summer squall. Above the indistinct bustle characteristic of the town could be heard the dull rumble of a gasoline-laden truck approaching a busy and congested intersection. No one, however, seemed to notice."
Like The Rat In Dark Horde..., David Callahan
Love, Dave Fisher