227. An American Sunrise: Joy Marjo

My mother always said that I thought too big. My voice is this blog and my teaching, both of which are unremarkable (in my mind). ¬†Yet, I remind myself daily of the novels that have no publisher, the teacher recognition I do not earn or the public policy I am subjected to because I dare... Continue Reading →


140. The Masque of Anarchy: Percy Bysshe Shelley

This one is a little longer than any thus far. In the case of Whitman, I will take a piece from "Leaves of Grass" and let it stand alone, but this poem is different (unlike much of Whitman's brilliance, this moves forward). Shelley wrote this in response to the Peterloo Massacre, where cavalry charged into... Continue Reading →

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