A Mormon literary backcountry where words and place come together.

 

 

 

 

Thank you, 2012 LONNOL participants!

Wednesday, March 14th, 2012

Wilderness Interface Zone would like to thank participants who put their hearts in our Love of Nature Nature of Love Month.  The list includes:
Elizabeth Pinborough
Kathryn Knight
Gail White
Ashley Suzanne Musick
Sarah Dunster
Chanel Earl
Sarah Dunster
Mark Penny
Laura Craner
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Jonathon Penny
You all helped WIZ celebrate love and nature with fair fond tokens of well-worded affection.  Thank you!
Thanks also go [...]

Epithalamion* by Gerard Manley Hopkins (and friend)

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

HARK, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood
Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,
Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave,
That leans along the loins of hills, where a candycoloured, where a gluegold-brown
Marbled river, boisterously beautiful, between
Roots and rocks is danced and dandled, all in froth [...]

Consider Christ our Saviour by Jonathon Penny

Thursday, January 12th, 2012

Consider Christ our Saviour: an Eventual Pastoral
Divine in nature, nurtured in a crèche
Born to woman, subject to the flesh
In parts and passions ever one of us
Slow to anger, angered nonetheless
Meek and mighty, normal to behold
Man of sorrows, joy of fallen worlds
Bread of life, made hungry by the lack
Twice-crossed Lamb, and bridger of doom’s crack
He is [...]

Miswinter by Jonathon Penny

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

I’ve had enough of deserts,
Wish to shed my summer clothes
And wear my long-forgotten woolen, warming winter robes.
Want mittened hands, and beating
Round my body in the cold
To ward off frost, to hover over heat and hearth and coals.
Want stockinged feet, and booted,
Want the crunch and whine of snow,
Want the red-cheeked strain of shoveling a passage to [...]

After Michaelmas by Jonathon Penny

Tuesday, January 10th, 2012

No devil-watered blackberries,
Whose succulence is long past anyway,
Since Winter’s chill blew down the collar of the wood,
Swept clean the dell and dingle, copse and field.
Sweep clean the dell and dingle, halt the yield,
Hibernia’s onset blast! Freeze crop and crud!
They’ll shiver in a gasp of shorter days
And doff their autumn liveries.
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Photo by Robert Moore via Creative [...]

WIZ takes on two new marvelous creatures

Monday, January 9th, 2012

As Wilderness Interface Zone approaches its third birthday, it’s growing up a little.  Formalist poet Jonathon Penny has consented to join WIZ’s literary ecotone in the role of contributing editor. Jonathon has a keen eye for the belles-lettres.  Beside being a wonderful poet possessing a unique voice, he took his MA in Renaissance literature at [...]

More WIZ announcements, perhaps of interest

Monday, January 9th, 2012

Fire in the Pasture: Twenty-first Century Mormon Poetry, edited by frequent WIZ contributor Tyler Chadwick, made its debut at 2011 end in impressive style. Tyler reports that Fire in the Pasture has “risen as high as #2 in both Hot New Anthologies and Hot New Inspirational & Religious and #12 in Hot New Poetry.”  The [...]

Fern Hill Revisited by Jonathon Penny

Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011

Time held me green and dying, though I sang,
And spun me off the whinnied fields and out of praise
In his big harvest hands ‘til horse and hen and place
Were only memory, then myth, then vacant space
Implacable as Time’s own clockwork face.
And my worn trap-spring sprang,
And I, Time’s time-mocked minion,
Found Death had no dominion after all,
And [...]

Sprung Rhythm (A Pagan Hymn) by Jonathon Penny

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

I could never make something so perfect, so precise
As midway between summer’s cauldron fire and winter’s ice
A revving of the engines, an adjustment of the eyes
From bleak to bright and coloured light. In short, it’s rather nice.
This season is a halfway house, an opening of blinds,
A rooster season, and a rood awakening of mind
To worlds [...]

Thorns and Thistles and Briars (An Easter Poem) by Jonathon Penny

Monday, March 28th, 2011

This is a rather wretched place,
All things considered:
More paradox than paradise;
A poky little patch of dust and scrub
Now parched, now drowned,
Shaken and, as often, stirred;
A heaven gone to ground,
Ground gone to seed,
Thorn- and thistle-crowned
And for the very birds—
The dove, the hardy thrush,
The brown chat with his melancholy word.
It’s an abated wish,
This dense and dropping orb,
A [...]