slow reads

front matter

acknowledgements

introduction

the art of reading (dave)

slow reader (teju)

books

biography

abraham lincoln

wm. shakespeare

poetry

garrison keillor

lisa russ sparr

reading, writing, & criticism

michael j. bugeja

robert h. fiske

kelly gallagher

j. hillis miller

patricia t. o'conner

p. t. o'conner (jr.)*

louise rosenblatt

ronald b. schwartz

spirituality

john of the cross

kyriacos markides

alister mcgrath

john a. mcguckin

th. merton (chuang)

th. merton (desert)

th. merton (literary)

chester p. michael*

isabel briggs myers

jacob needleman

douglas v. steere

*with exclusive inerview

characters

family

fear the turtle

unless and until

william at forty

friends

curling (lekshe)

footnotes (dale)

morning drive (tom)

st. luke's (steve)

thank you (sage)

nash

peter

amazon, amazon!

the story of my birth

wings, boats, asses

church & state

the mysticism of
abraham lincoln

political religion

texas's secessions

torture & liberalism

freshman comp

becoming better writers

blogging and writers' support groups

collaborative writing

feeling read all over

grammar and writing
instruction

how i screw up the literary analysis essay

like real writers

the memory of writing poetry

my unit assessment

a prepositional proposition

student blogging

the tyranny of the secondary school

teaching diction and
syntax with twitter

where kings are born

why i, like, like like

the martin sermons

among john's children

jobs and vocations

my religious ideation

my skin-deep
christianity

nature and hope

nature and the resurrection

three missing bodies

what is conversion?

the reading arts

the art of reading (dave)

buying used books online

conversations with poems (fiona)

cross-referencing

how to mark a book

orality and intimacy

poetry and sacred reading

poetry and summer reading

slow reader (teju)

starting poetry

this is more than fame

ruminations

blogging and silence

discursive meditation

homegrown collects

ignatius meditation

the omer (shai)

studdy to be quyet

an unexpected meditation

why i love the old testament (dave)

verse

and suddenly (lekshe)

haize in the fields

red umbrella (leslee)

staying in their seats

back matter

index

snow, fall

[photo]

The barbershop stretches long like a coffin, a final home lined with mirrors and furnishing time for honest reflection.

I don’t know how she wakes me, but she holds a big, round mirror behind my head. Behind it, she smiles: a midwife.

My black and white hair drifts down in my shade, a peaceable kingdom of birth and death in the linoleum grass. I live for birth and death.

She spins me half way. Spin me until the mirrors finish and I leave as a tree, tall and cared for, a presence with no face or backside.

[photo 2]

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Posted December 15, 2009.

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