Kathleen Norris Children of God Working with children on the writing of poetry has let me to ponder the ways that most of us become exiled from the certainties of childhood; how it is that…
Kathleen Norris A Prayer to Eve Mother of fictions and of irony help us to laugh. Mother of science and the critical method, keep us humble. Muse of listeners, hope of interpreters inspire us to act.…
Kathleen Norris Stomach My stomach is of many minds, it believes everything it eats. My eschatological stomach, a fundamentalist of sorts, grows intent at drawing blood from surfaces of things: ice-cold fingers touch…
Kathleen Norris Taking the life out of them In a similar way, the children who un-selfconsciously make up songs and poems when they’re young-I once observed a three-year-old singing a passionate ode to the colorful vegetables in a…
Kathleen Norris Eve Alone, in the Garden of Eden It’s easy to feel like a whore in here. Fisherman, potato farmers go in and out and the plumbing whistles all night. The venetian blind falls down, the kitchen drain…
Kathleen Norris “I can’t imagine why God would want me” The ancient word “oblate” proved instructive for me. Having no idea what it meant, I appreciated its rich history when I first looked it up in the dictionary. But I…
Kathleen Norris Feeling antsy? Morose? Kathleen Norris offers tips to cope with acedia https://www.ncronline.org/news/people/feeling-antsy-morose-kathleen-norris-offers-tips-cope-acedia
Kathleen Norris At A Window, New York City When I drink I'm the only one here: a nun with baggage, a scholar duck-walking, a shard for archeologists above the Manhattan Fault. An exile from Afghanistan might find his…
