Past Watchful Dragons Meets Rabbit Room

We interrupt your regularly-scheduled programming to bring you this exciting news: the Rabbit Room blog has kindly chosen to post one of my articles! For some brief backstory and the link, visit my blog. Then head over to the Rabbit Room website and check out the article!

Happy Birthday, PWD!

If you can’t believe it’s been two years since Past Watchful Dragons began gracing your inbox with awesomeness, then join the club–neither can I! Nevertheless, it’s true, and I wanted to take a week to reminisce on some of the great stuff we’ve learned together during the past year. Also, I’m eager to hear from you! What do you want to read about next year?

Masterful Poems 3: “The Lantern Out of Doors”

“Out of sight is out of mind.”
Is it just me, or is that completely accurate and rather condemning? But why does this apply more to people and responsibilities and never to chocolate??
This post examines our tendency toward amnesia in light of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem “The Lantern Out of Doors.” Fortunately, Hopkins helps us celebrate the One who always sees and never forgets.

Awful Poetry for Children: A Small Rant

You may not be a poetry buff, but I’m sure you’ve read enough children’s books to know an awful poem when you hear it. My question is, why are some people writing garbage for kids, and what can be done about it? See for yourself in today’s post.

Check Out This Song!

If you’ve been eagerly awaiting an article about Indiana Jones, I’m afraid this week may leave you disappointed. That article is still in the works.
If, however, you’re in the mood for some encouragement, a short teaser trailer for the next post, and a beautiful song, then you’re in luck! I’ve got just what you’re looking for.

Masterful Poems, Part 2: “Meditation 1.1”

What love is this of Thine that cannot be In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined, Unless it in Thy very person see Infinity and finity conjoined? With this beautiful, mind-bending question, Edward Taylor begins his poem “Meditation 1.1.” His wit, wordplay, and sincere devotion…

Masterful Poems: “Carrion Comfort”

“Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee.” So begins a poem that may not be, at first glance, a very cheerful one. After all, the first half of the poem is addressed to Despair itself, describing it as dead, putrefying flesh—a…