Articles by Barry Casey

  • 10/03/2017

    Whenever this dark begins to fall Whenever I'm vulnerable and small Whenever I feel like I could die Whenever I'm holding back the tears that I cry Whenever I say your name Whenever I call to...

  • 09/26/2017

    And you know it’s time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Across the fields of mourning Light in the distance –U2, A Sort of Homecoming

  • 09/18/2017

    ". . . [T]he purpose of a myth was to make people more fully conscious of the spiritual dimension that surrounded them on all sides and was a natural part of life." — Karen Armstrong, A Short...

  • 09/11/2017

    “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” says Frost, and thus rouses the silent kid in her ninth grade English class who finds in the poet a resistance fighter. At the molecular level,...