L’Engle’s poem “The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold” describes a frozen heart that can melt only if it is willing to take a risk and love.
Monthly Archives: December 2021
Help Me Forget the Cold
The Chariot That Bears a Human Soul
Dickinson’s “There is no frigate like a book” captures the transcendent nature of poetry.
Mrs. Dalloway on Moving Past Covid
Woolf’s “Mrs. Dalloway” shows us how to juggle this uncertain moment in the Covid pandemic.
Trump’s Havisham-Like Damage
Is Trump, like Miss Havisham, so embittered by his loss that he’s creating little Estelles, designed to break America’s heart.
The Horror and the Idiocy of War
A Scott Bates poem about World War II captures the reality of war, which is the opposite of glamorous.
Les Misérables Aided Civil War Soldiers
Hugo’s “Les Misérables” was a hit with Civil War soldiers. An article explores the reasons why.
When the Maker of the Stars Was Born
In this Advent poem, L’Engle reminds us to sing, not in spite of times being dark, but BECAUSE times are dark.
Sin, Death, and a Pro-Covid GOP
As the GOP becomes a pro-Covid party, they resemble Satan in “Paradise Lost,” unleashing death upon humankind.
Carter Captures Trumpian Unreality
Angela Carter’s “Infernal Machines of Doctor Hoffman” captures the unreality of the Trump years.