Issue 17: Pilgrimage


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Issue 17: Pilgrimage

 

In some ways, every story is a pilgrimage—an intentional search for sacred things.

In this issue, our contributors took us on journeys of all kinds—from losing one’s house to fire, traveling to a Taizé monastery in France, floating past the English countryside on a canal boat, and journeying through Philadelphia, to an evening in the Boreal forest, a lost chance for love, the Idaho State Roadkill Fur Auction, and making a shelter. It bears proof that we are all pilgrims traveling great distances and depths to see the sacred place.

FEATURING Hannah VanderHart, Bill Cass, April Schmidt, Gene Schmidt + 2011 Janet B. McCabe Poetry Prize judged by Vito Aiuto, winner Hannah VanderHart





Table of Contents:
  • Notes: 

    editor’s  4
    from you 5
    artist’s 28
    contributor’s 56
    last 60

  • Poetry: 

    Hannah VanderHart 7
    Owls

    Ryan Harper
    God Shed His Grace 8

    Ellaraine Lockie
    Waiting for Midnight 9

    Rachel Dacus
    Orchids and the Way 17

    Heather Matesich Cousins
    Returning to Bear Lake 18

    Richard Osler
    Remnants 19

    Emily Hayes
    Another Winter 33

    Chelsea Henderson
    Five Stones 34
    A Last Sunday in Charlottesville 35

    Thom Caraway
    The Leper Attends the Idaho State Roadkill Fur Auction 36
    You’ll Never Be Here Again 37

    Kelly Beahm
    If I could 45

    Sara Maria Harenchar
    The Remaking 47

    Sally Molini 
    Hibernaculum 55

    Maryann Corbett 
    Late Season Day Trip 60

  • Fiction: 

    Bill Cass
    20 Home

    Heather A. Goodman
    48 Ash Wednesday 

    Essay:

    April Schmidt
    11 Taizé

    Ellen O’Connell
    38 Fair Bodvar

    Visual Art:

    Christiane Buuck
    Front Cover Alliance Catholique, Lourdes

    Marianne Lettieri
    Inside Front Cover The Forwarding Address
    Inside Back Cover You Can’t Go Home Again

    Ken Gibson
    10 Holy Water (Vatican)

    Gene Schmidt
    29-31 Lovetown, PA Series

    Mandy Thrasher
    32 Untitled 1
    Back Cover Untitled 9

    46 Stephen Mead
    Threshold

     

     

     

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Editor's Note:

Welcome to Ruminate’s Issue 17 Pilgrimage. You may notice some changes around here—that we’ve taken our own pilgrimage, of sorts. And well, we have. Over the past four and a half years Ruminate has grown into a robust publication with talented contributors and faithful readers. And we’ve learned some things about ourselves along the way.

We love making Ruminate, making it open and playful and rich. We also like the quietness of the creamy white space on the page and the carefully placed letters and images. We like the contemplative gift that Ruminate extends to our readers, the prayers it shares, and grappling that it encourages. So we’ve reworked our logo and layout to reflect this, we have plans to add interviews and reviews, and we even changed our tagline from “faith in literature and art” to the more earthy and playful “chewing on life, faith, and art.” Thank you all for taking this journey with us—we hope you like the changes. 

This issue also holds the winning poems from our 2010 Janet B. McCabe Poetry Prize. Thank you to all of our entrants and our gracious judge Vito Aiuto, and congratulations to the winning poet, Hannah VanderHart, and to Ryan Harper and Ellaraine Lockie for the runner-up prizes, and to all of our finalists. Mr. Aiuto writes: “I am thankful I was asked to read the poems that comprised the finalists for Ruminate’s poetry prize. It was a privilege and a pleasure to spend some time in the company of people who were willing to sing like that.”

This issue is also our gatherings on the theme of pilgrimage, on journeys of all kinds—from losing one’s house to fire, traveling to a Taizé monastery in France, floating past the English countryside on a canal boat, and journeying through Philadelphia, to an evening in the Boreal forest, a lost chance for love, the Idaho State Roadkill Fur Auction, and making a shelter. It bears proof that we are all pilgrims traveling great distances and depths to see the sacred place. 

I hope you enjoy the travels, 

Brianna Van Dyke
Editor-in-Chief

Owls by Hannah VanderHart:

for my brother Ansil

 

Our intellect is related to what is most evident as the eye of an owl to the sun.

—Aquinas, De Trinitate

 

i.

 

Aquinas runs his finger down the untried

Difficult, ponders at the algae in

 

The pool, effect of the sun all day; we do

Not see things as they are, or if we do

 

We call them visions, separate them out

Like cards with insufficient postage.

 

ii.

 

Pack your bag and thermos, brother, we

Will hunt tonight in slippers, carry nets,

 

Leave the luna moths on the front door’s screen,

Leave the great green wings in order to see

 

New things: the moon. We will leave the sun to owls

That fly by day, diurnal, golden eyes

 

That flinch at nothing externally bright. The northern

Hawk is such an owl: lululu it sings in the

 

Boreal forest. We will look for twenty-

Three specimens of delight, knowing that twenty-

 

Three times twenty-three times seventy

Are the numbers of the beautiful at night.

 

iii.

 

Day shines—and we heft our bags like there was no

Night of seeing or a starry past 

 

You are loading boxes for a man,

Testing his guns, each gun, every gun that is

 

Rat-a-tat-a-tat—and at my desk

Some songs are playing, mimicry of owls.