Using Semisonic and The Lumineers to Teach High School Poetry

Whenever I introduce a poetry unit to my high school students, I always begin by reviewing a list of literary terms, with an example song (usually “Colorblind” by Counting Crows) that uses many devices. I then have them identify as many literary terms as they can in a song they select on their own. I trick them into admitting that they like poetry…as long as it’s mostly rhyme and rhythm accompanied by music.
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The Imagery of “Have You Seen Jesus My Lord?”

I’ll always remember that first time at church camp when I learned the John Fisher spiritual song, “Have You Seen Jesus My Lord?” I was about nine. I would sometimes picture the songs we would sing. (For example, I would picture the line “to you alone does my spirit yield”  in “As the deer” as (for some reason) a chalky cartoon version of me meeting Christ on a road and letting him pass ahead of me, leading me.) Then I learned to sing “Have you seen Jesus my Lord? He’s here in plain view.”
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Doing Delilah [a short story]

[The following short story, “Doing Delilah,” was published by Midwestern Literary Magazine in November 2010, and subsequently in their volume, Bearing North. I must admit I rushed the story to publication before it was truly ready. The beginning needed some work, and you can tell I have never myself seen battle. Some of it is based on accounts I have heard from those who have seen battle. I keep this story as a learning experience. I figured I could share it as one too.]


by Caleb Coy

“Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see,
what that woman— she’s been doing to me?”
-Marshall Tucker

Was a long, hot day, and there was fighting through every minute of it.  We had a whole battalion stationed just outside Fallujah to secure the rail yards North of the city.  It took about two days, even with help from the Iraqis.  The snipers and booby traps were the worst part for us.  Heavy infantry poured into the city.  Infantry.  Infants.  Some mother’s baby each guy was.  Patrolling in an unarmed jeep and thinking about his own babies.  His own infants.

I could talk about it all day.  But that’s one of the unwritten rules.  You don’t talk about it.  You don’t talk about the fighting and you don’t talk about yourself.  I could talk about myself anyway.  But I’m not.  I’m going to do what any good, self-respecting man does when he returns.  I’m going to tell stories about someone else.  I’m going to talk about Special Officer Martin Caporaso.

But to get to him I have to start with myself.  Grew up in Virginia.  That’s the funny thing.  People always hear about soldiers coming from the armpit of some southern state—that, or Ohio or Indiana.  Like it’s the all-American kid from Ohio, Indiana, or some hole-in-the-wall town in Tennessee.  That’s where Martin Caporaso was from.  Tennessee.  Me, I was born in Virginia.  It’s no armpit.

Back home I wasn’t much of anything like Martin Caporaso was.  I wasn’t a quarterback.  I wasn’t on the homecoming court.  Didn’t sleep with the Queen and her two friends, start my own indie band, or manage to out-drink every adult in the county.  I worked at an arcade and had a girlfriend for two weeks. What did I do for fun?  I played lazer tag after work until the glowing vests needed recharging.  I didn’t have it born in me to be a soldier, but I thought I would be good at shooting things.  Without a thought about college I enlisted, and the next thing I knew the towers fell and we were at war.  I had two weeks before going to Fallujah.

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Book Review: ‘When the Church Was a Family’ by Joseph Hellerman

I grew up hearing a lot about how the Church is a family, and I’m thankful for that. Sometimes I would hear it described as an institution, and it struck me as funny to hear. For a long time I’ve tried to remind myself that Church is family, but I haven’t been challenged quite like I was when reading Joseph Kellerman’s When the Church Was a Family: Recapturing Jesus’ Vision for Authentic Christian Community.
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