Tag Archives: St. Louis

St. Augustine

It is a rock upon which he built his church and this rock you hear me of brown brick and towers and turrets distinctly Romanesque constructed when church buildings were made to look like Mt. Sinai of the hood afloat … Continue reading

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The Cathedral of St. Louis

It faces east, this stadium, this cathedral where Cardinal Nation worships. It faces east not because of Mecca or Jerusalem but because of New York and Philadelphia and Boston and all the other great and original cathedrals where Nations worship. … Continue reading

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Tuesday in the Rain

Early morning but still night, thick laden clouds blocking any vestige of first sunrise, and the drops pour on Forest Park. It’s 6:42 a.m., and the rain erases lane dividers on Skinker Boulevard, transforming the street into a river of … Continue reading

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When Cities Still Dreamed

Erected in an explosion of growth and opportunity, it was Neo-Gothic optimism announcing itself, if not its host, to the world. Steam and diesel propelled and pushed and pulled millions through its platforms and gates, a paroxysm of humanity eating … Continue reading

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Brick

A city lies atop a bed of this stuff; it is everywhere, easily uncovered by scratching the thin layer of top soil. The city was constructed of this stuff, mixed and shaped and kilned in reds and yellows by cheap … Continue reading

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The Old Post Office

Streams of hope, desire, poured through these doors, these custom gates of trade, of commerce, officialdom so formal, of love and fire passion so explosive, transmitting dreams and schemes and Grandma’s recipes all for a penny. What we call the … Continue reading

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She was tall

No sooner than we started this blog than we ran across a quirky little semi-Cinderella poem we liked by Kirkwood resident Glynn Young, entitled “She was tall” and constructed around the shoe statue that sits in front of the headquarters … Continue reading

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St. Louis is a Poem

We’ve lived here for more than 30 years, and the longer we’re here, the more we see the poetry of this place called St. Louis. St. Louis is a poem, a still unfinished poem, a work in process, sometimes even … Continue reading

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