A World Aflame with Words

A World Aflame with Words: Musing on Malcolm Guite’s “On being told my poetry was found in a broken photo-copier” Note: By day, I work as a high school English teacher, regularly cajoling, threatening, wooing, enticing, bribing, and even tricking teenagers into reading thoroughly and, if and when at all possible, enjoying their reading, especially poetry. As such, I covet such kind thoughts...
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Some Time Still

Many thanks again, both to Kelly Belmonte for prodding me to guest post, and to Holly Ordway for indefatigable help in editing a half a dozen drafts of this! Some Time Still Emily Dickinson says: The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her...
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In the Face of What Devils May Do: C. S. Lewis’ Re-Adjustment and the Defeat of Despair

Many thanks to Kelly Belmonte for her offer to guest for her fantastic, intrigiuing, and very redemptively challenging blog All Nine.  Here’s what I wrote for her: I have been grappling recently with a cycle of unpublished sonnets by Joy Davidman, Lewis’ future wife, and in so doing have delved back again into Lewis’ sometimes troubling, sometimes transcendent poetry. When her kind...
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On Hope

I have this rather vexed relationship with hope. I’m the kid who always wished on falling stars, who screwed his eyes up tight on birthdays thinking that might help the wishes to come true. The one who pulled up dandelions at every chance I got and took the deepest breath I could so I might blow off every seed and see what I most hope for come true. I aspire. The Latin has this just right:...
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“Maybe” by Mary Oliver

http://audioboo.fm/boos/247824-maybe-by-mary-oliver
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