My semester has ended (all but the grading), and I return to one of the poems my
students and I looked at back in the opening days of February: Marianne Moore’s
“To
By late afternoon, he is like a nub of chalk
resting in the dusty tray beneath the board,
like a tattered screen curled up
in its cylinder at the top of its chain.
It’s been more than a year since the film adaptation of A Wrinkle In Time came
out. Like most movies-based-on-books, the book is, of course, better. The movie
doesn’t get everything
This weekend there was an incredible outpouring on social media over the
unexpected death
[https://slate.com/human-interest/2019/05/rachel-held-evans-the-hugely-popular-evangelical-writer-is-dead-at-37.html]
of writer Rachel Held Evans. Much of that outpouring
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