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This thing has feathers. (pinned post)
Tags: UncategorizedYeah, yeah, I misquoted Dickinson. (She wrote, “Hope is the thing with feathers,” not “Hope’s the thing…” But this is a meme I made a while back that isn’t really a meme because it’s not meming, but it does seem, unfortunately, to be evergreen: Feel free to use it if you like, though.
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“And the Word Became Flesh”
Back to poems! And stay tuned for a special announcement at the end of this post. This poem was published August 25, 2022 in Earth & Altar Magazine. Elaine Elizabeth BelzAND THE WORD BECAME FLESH O, Bread my tonguehas taken and my teethhave crushed: leave your imprintdeep in my molars, deeperthan the fillings in them,
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Aesthetics, the Church, and the “Spirit of the Age”
Tags: Theological reflectionI interrupt this poetry series to bring you some thoughts sparked by arguments on Twitter. (Clearly I know how to engage readers…) I say “arguments” because attempts at discussion or conversation on that platform invariably lead to arguments—not necessarily because people are terrible, but more, I think, because the limited number of characters tends to
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Habitus
Read it here on Earth & Altar‘s website Elaine Elizabeth Belz HABITUS Crossing this threshold, I dip my hand in water,re-inscribe my birth. Stolid airushers me in, thick with dustand smoke and resin and with voices, shuffling feet,creaking floorboard and pew—all musicto uncloak my solitude.A votive wick receives my longing, solid bench my hip’s ache.I
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Kintsugi – a poem response to a photo by Danny Rebb
Tags: UncategorizedIn 2019 I was invited to participate in the second Call & Response at Grosse Pointe Congregational Church. I brought my poem (which is at this post), and I selected this image from photographer Danny Rebb. (Seriously, go check out his work – he’s quite good.) I had written my dissertation (ProQuest link) – well,
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City Centre
Tags: UncategorizedA poem from Call and Response II Streets keep turning upwhere they shouldn’t—unlessmy map’s the wrong way ‘round.It’s useless, anyway; streets hereare unlabeled. (Well,why should they be laden with names?) Back somewhere, the canals misplaced me.Behind them, I’d lost myself in Roman ruins. I’m six time zones offfrom my internal map,with no time to re-center,
The Sound 