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Joan Curbow


In the Ghetto

It’s Lent, and like everyone else, I’m wondering how much I should worry about COVID-19, aka the novel coronavirus. More than that, though, this season there is a slow, dark, and persistent understanding that I live in a ghetto, and…

Dimmed With Passionate Intensity

This world is about proving oneself worthy, To show the proper credentials, To prove we have requisite experience, To take on new challenges, But we know how well that game works. Yeats’ words grow ever more true. This world is…

Not Divided

Now I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you be in agreement and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be united in the same mind…


from Isaiah 49:1-7 God of all revelation, Isaiah writes that he was called before birth That you made his mouth sharp That he was shaped like an arrow Turned and turned into perfection, And yet hidden in a quiver, Ready…

After the Magi

And this is where the hope lies: To behold the lightshine, To see it sheet and ray And shimmer and burn, To feel it skewer your pores, Until the light is in you. --Joan Curbow   Joan Curbow is a…