Every Good Morning

For me, Mark is the Gospel where Christ is most a man, and therefore most real. He both sees our suffering and shares in it. I am a skeptic of all dogma. Twelve years of Catholic education left an indelible imprint on my ways of seeing and thinking. Both of those sentences are true. Re-reading Mark now, and responding to it in these poems, is another attempt to find out […]

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