1473675714 GOLDHAGEN, DANIEL JONAH A Moral Reckoning : The Role of the Catholic Church in the Holocaust and Its Unfulfilled Duty of Repair GBP 5.001441361594 UNIACKE, S.(ED.) Journal of Applied philosophy: Journal of the Society for Applied Philosophy Vol 26 Number 2 May 2009 GBP 3.83...
Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree. I am alpha and omega, I am the beginning and the end, I am the first and the last. I don’t get wet I grow said the drip. Summer is a moving creature which likes to go south for winter. How now brown cow? H...
Ernest was dead and Harry, who was in the church decorating business, was nearly always down somewhere in the country. Besides, the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably. She always gave her entire wages — seven shillings — and Harry always sen...
Christmas morning I slept until ten o’clock. I got dressed and was just about to go over to the student union for a light breakfast, when there was a knock at my door. I thought it might be the ghost of the boy who hanged himself in his room, so I opened the door and when I ...
General submissions are now open for Shooter’s Spring/Summer 2024 issue, themed“Nightlife”. Writers should send short stories and non-fiction of 2,000-6,000 words and/or up to three poems by the deadline ofMay 12th. Stories, essays, memoir and poetry should relate to nocturnal happening...
I prayed to an unknown God at the Temple of Heaven in Beijing and to the Black Madonna at the Pilgrim Church of Monserrate hill. I kneeled at the mummy of San Carlo in the Crypt of the Duomo, and I kneeled at the bold eagle hovering above the Potomac. I visited strip clubs in ...
1 proclaimed, “This is the first issue of a challenging new periodical devoted to outstanding short stories, poems and essays by some of today’s most talented writers. All the selections are published here for the first time.” Of the various names displayed on the front, most were ...
I can only speak for myself, but kids' writings are always revealing and a great find, but that a school district published, during the Great Depression no less, a collection of fifth grader's stories, book reports, and odd poems struck me as, well, it struck me. In a great way....
She told me these simple adventures in such a manner, that in my mind they assumed the proportions of never-to-be-forgotten dramas, of grand and mysterious poems; and the ingenious stories invented by the poets which my mother told me in the evening, had none of the flavor, none of ...
a turnstile, handing a shilling to a weary-looking man. I found myself in a big hall girdled at half its height by a gallery. Nearly all the stalls were closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness. I recognised a silence like that which pervades a church after a service...