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Vignette of Thomas
The room was dark, claustrophobic. Faces, flushed with awe, and voices, lilting with eagerness, undulated across the room. A man sat in the corner, hidden from view. The awful sounds, noises even fastened doors could not contain, crowded him. Like a knife, they pricked his skin. A chasm had cleaved between him and the others.…
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The Art of Reading Well
As summer dawns, I can finally look over piles of homework to see free days filled with… books. With the myriad of distractions our culture has to offer, from social media to pool parties, many question my enthusiasm for spending my summer, in simple terms, “reading dusty old books.” Unlike some of my peers, I…
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Hannah Coulter, Death, and Community
Dear friends. It’s been a little while since I typed and published a post. Life has been a hazy cloud with finals, other writing projects (submitting articles and becoming an editor at Polyphony Lit), and the continual struggles of being human. However, as I can now revel in the freedom we call “summer break,” I…
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‘What We Need is Here’ (Poetry Read Aloud)
Hey, friends! Today, I will be doing a poetry read-aloud and discussion of R.S. Thomas’s “The Bright Field” and Wendell Berry’s “Wild Geese.” I hope you are able to tune it and enjoy the meaning and beauty these poets weave with their words. (I’m still figuring out how to adjust the size, so, for the…
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Education: Learning How to Think, Not What to Think
Education is a gift that many take for granted. Some view it as a necessity to survive or succeed in life. Others view it as a means to attach their self-worth to or establish superiority among their peers. These motivations connect to how students learn in school. In schools today, more emphasis is placed on…
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Poetry, the Music of the Heart
Poetry is the emblem of human emotion. It expresses what mouths cannot; it touches what actions cannot penetrate. As a unique form of art, poetry gestures to a deeper meaning that transcends what we see or read at first glance. In other words, poetry is the heart’s mouthpiece. The deep longings, the dreams, the fears…