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Joe Hoover, S.J., is America’s poetry editor and producer of "The Allegory".
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FaithFaith in Focus
Joe Hoover, S.J.
The fact is, no one—no church or priest, friendly gym or unfriendly one—can judge us without our cooperation.
FaithFaith in Focus
Joe Hoover, S.J.
In San Diego and Boston, in Burbank and Chicago and Orange Beach, Ala., libraries all over the country have been ending the dispensing of fines for overdue books.
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Arts & CultureTelevision
Joe Hoover, S.J.
My heart is not large enough, my consciousness is not spacious enough for all the spot-on characters, the hectic energies, the ripping stories. I am not skillful, I think, at TV.
Arts & CulturePoetry
Joe Hoover, S.J.
We include fragments of poems that, while not contest finalists, provide one more way for America to shine a light on the ongoing horror in Ukraine.
A priest lifts up the consecrated host during Mass.
FaithFaith in Focus
Joe Hoover, S.J.
The great Catholic irony is that the Mass—that ripe cadenced insane activity at the heart of the church—is weirdly, bizarrely, the right and fitting place to bring our concerns about the Mass itself.
FaithLent Reflections
Joe Hoover, S.J.
A Reflection for the Wednesday of the Fifth Week of Lent, by Joe Hoover, S.J.
A depiction of what Pollyanna would look like if she were a flower, maybe. (A purple flower grows out of a crack in the sidewalk.)
Arts & CultureShort Take
Joe Hoover, S.J.
The maligning of this girl’s good name has to end. And, at least in our pages, it will end.
Arts & CultureIdeas
Joe Hoover, S.J.
Sure, we can talk about excellence. But we shouldn’t accept as fact the idea that we can rank the worth of a piece of art. That is a fiction itself, a fundamental untruth.
FaithLent Reflections
Joe Hoover, S.J.
A Reflection for the First Monday of Lent, by Joe Hoover, S.J.
FaithFaith in Focus
Joe Hoover, S.J.
Can we ultimately trust the smirking ones in our midst, the sarcastic with a clever quip for our every move, for each vulnerable moment?