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12 Oct 202612 Oct 2026 Neil E. Das

Narnian Reflections – The Magician’s Nephew – Chapters 9-11 – Fecundity & Greed – Moral Choices & Undoing Evil

19 Sep 202623 Sep 2026 Neil E. Das

Narnian Reflections – The Magician’s Nephew – Chapters 1-3

18 Nov 201825 Nov 2025 Neil E. Das

Haiku – “unshrouded from snow,” After Lewis

9 Jan 2016 Neil E. Das

“A Billion Snowflakes” – Winter Haiku The Great Dance

4 Jul 2015 Neil E. Das

The Wood Between the Worlds – Homage to the Magician’s Nephew – Forest Park – St. Louis, Missouri

7 Apr 20147 Apr 2014 Neil E. Das

Like a Ruined House – North St. Louis – Images and a Reflection on “Ruin Porn”

25 Feb 201425 Feb 2014 Neil E. Das

Death of a Field Mouse II – A Pageant of Beauty in a Sad War of Attrition, with a Reflection by C.S. Lewis

21 Sep 201221 Sep 2012 Neil E. Das

On Grief in the Young – Some Poems from Das, Housman, and the Sons of Korah

31 Aug 20114 Oct 2012 Neil E. Das

The $1 Glass from Brimfield – Andersonville, Chicago – C.S. Lewis and the Longing for Joy

23 Feb 201123 Feb 2011 Neil E. Das

back into cold like – winter haiku

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Autumnal. A post-apocalyptic vision in North County... Time of the goldenrod. Yesterday morning, the clouds were aglow with the dawning. It had been a week since September's heat dome had broken, and the pool was in the nether world between summer's joyful splashings and being drained and covered for the winter. My time in the pool in the summer was in the glorious long evenings, but with 4 resident young boys the pool had seen far more exciting hours. I was walking C who had probably put on about 25 lbs since my last visit. The scene was also evocative enough to spawn a haiku. Morning glory. A glory faded, but glory nonetheless. Monarchs on goldenrod. Feels like home III. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn Feels like home II. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn
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