Rebecca Lynne Fullan

Telling My Beads

Rebecca Lynne Fullan, in “Telling My Beads,” weighs her reasons for wearing a rosary for inspiration, Christ’s “tiny twist . . . of body in metal” a strange weight on both body and soul.

Tripp York

Worship, Anarchy, and Yo’ Momma

  If you’re not subscribing to one of the coolest magazines north of our border then just what are you doing? It’s time, folks. It’s time. Order your subscription to the “better than religious version of Adbusters” known as Geez right now, please. (I’m not sure if that description was a compliment or an insult. It was […]

Tripp York

Parking in the Rear (Demon-Style)

In a recent article by the non-award winning magazine Charisma, writer Cedric Harmon asks the question we’ve all asked ourselves at one point or another: Can You Be Raped By the Devil? The article follows ex-stripper Contessa Adams’s book Consequences where she talks about how, in her sleep, she used to get it on with demons–at […]

Marci Rae Johnson

Desk, with Window Frame and Heaven

Marci Rae Johnson, in “Desk, with Window Frame and Heaven,” offers a sketch of a private room, an unopened window, a sad Jesus on a simple crucifix, and the billowing of both clouds and desire to open and be opened, to see more than “the words behind [our] eyes.”

Tripp York

That Holy Anarchist

I have such cool friends. I really do. You will, therefore, have to forgive me (literally–just ask Jesus) if in the next few weeks I spend some quality time highlighting their stellar work. From farming to animal liberation to books on the grotesque, I’m going to show you just how awesome I am due to […]

M. Leary

Skyfall (Mendes, 2012)

“Let the sky fall” The Bond title sequence is always a pop culture stunt in the best sense of the term. The selection of musician generally targets those already well-embedded in our aural memory. Then flat, avant-garde images of violence and sex in equal measure are dribbled over these familiar voices and/or orchestrations. Guns, bullets, […]

Patricia Davis

Prayer

I. To the dogwood still in bloom, the dead rhododendron, the azalea that bleeds its desire out. In case. II. To the birds in jeweled leaves, drying their feathers, wet chirps, wet grass, wet ground. To the knot in my shoulder just at the point where my mother pinned my wings, traced with pencil, snipped […]

Tripp York

Killing Whitey and Other Jive Turkeys: Thanksgiving with NOFX

Below is an article originally published in Christian Ethics Today, The Mennonite, and Third Way Allegiance. It’s, obviously, that damn good. (Ah, hello machismo. I knew you hadn’t strayed far.) It has had different titles for each publication with each publisher changing my original and more polemical–and slightly in jest–title, “Why Christianity Must Kill the White Man.” Seriously. It […]