Sublime

them, and our joys become divine and blameless! Unnatural were your vows of Celibacy; Man was not created for such a state; And were Love a crime, God never would have made it so sweet, so irresistible!

October 2, 2006, Charles Carl Roberts IV walked into an Amish schoolhouse carrying a weapon.

Make them forget there’s such a thing as flesh. Your business is to paint the souls of men — Man’s soul, and it’s a fire, smoke … no, it’s not … It’s vapour done up like a new-born babe — (In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth)

A Love Supreme

Till, wholly unexpected, in there pops The hothead husband! Thus I scuttle off To some safe bench behind, not letting go The palm of her, the little lily thing That spoke the good word for me in the nick, Like the Prior’s niece … Saint Lucy, I would say. And so all’s saved for me, and for the church A pretty picture gained.

J. Aaron Simmons