Shakespeare and Company, Paris.
A selection of recordings, poems and interviews
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Annunciation in Walsingham, EWTN
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Conversion story, told on retreat
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Podcast: Faith and Imagination
God and the Poet, in the Humanum Review
Sally's Radio Maria Poetry Shows
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Radio Maria, 100 Great Catholic Poems
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Advent Lecture, Guild of Our Lady of Ransom, 2023
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Anne: The Coming of the Immaculate
At times prayer is wordless, but it fills
the empty night as water fills a lake
with its own meaning. I pray to break
this body with a child, for my taut pelvis
to open and ache its tight basketwork
apart; to yield. Sometimes I sense God
in the darkness—like a heavy leaning
at the door—always with an inexplicable
tenderness in how he does not burst in.
Perhaps he would break me if he did,
so waits instead to pour into my own undoing—
so just when I would moan, It’s done!
that life did not go well, Perfection rests in me,
and I expand, like wood ticking in the sun.
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from "Dawn of this Hunger", Second Spring 2019