- Scholarship
- Web Work
- Dei Profundis
- "Beloved," let "us" ...
- A Sad Divide
- Cult of Personality
- JK Rowling: The single mother's manifesto
- Kiss of Peace, Part 1
- Kiss of Peace, Part 2
- Michael Pollan: The Food Movement, Rising
- Praying Aloud
- Response to Linsley on "Why Women Were Never Priests"
- Sunday of the Myrrhbearing Women
- The "Monopoly of Darwinisn": an open letter to Met. Hilarion Alfeyev
- The Presentation
- Virtuous Icons: Unique Persons or Gendered Stereotypes
- Wallis: Woe to You, Legislators!
- Why can't you be satisfied?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all -
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?






