June 4, 2018

Ordinary Time 4 June 2018 The Edge of Elfland Concord, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, A few years ago in the church of St. Eustace in Paris, France a stag was filmed walking around inside. This has been bouncing around my newsfeed again, lately, so I thought I would look into it. I am a little disappointed to say that it turns out the stag was not wild, but a trained deer named Chambord and he was being filmed for an… Read more

May 30, 2018

Ordinary Time 30 May 2018 The Edge of Elfland Manchester, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, Not long ago I was made aware of the excellent Facebook page Ronan Kelly’s Ireland. Kelly travels around Ireland interviewing people, showing his audience Ireland. Kelly goes out of his way to show us the non-touristy Ireland. I’ve watched videos with an older woman shopkeeper, an old cobbler and his mate, a savant piano player with schizophrenia. But my favorite by far has been the video… Read more

May 29, 2018

Ordinary Time 29 May 2018 The Edge of Elfland Manchester, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, Four years ago, on 8 May, I was sitting in the hospital with my wife, my mother-in-law, and our 8 day old children. While at first we thought it would be Theodore keeping us in the hospital––since had been born 4lbs 1oz and was having trouble feeding by any method––it was Edwyn who kept us there. He was jaundiced and very little seemed to have any… Read more

May 21, 2018

Pentecost 21 May 2018 The Edge of Elfland Concord, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, Stories, myths, poetry, these are common fare here at Letters from the Edge of Elfland, but one question I constantly turn to is why? Why do we write stories? Why do we perpetuate myths? Why, on earth, do we write poetry? What is it about humanity the makes us want to do more than communicate, to have more than mere utility? The answer, I think, lies somewhere… Read more

May 20, 2018

Pentecost Pentecost 2018 The Edge of Elfland Concord, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, Here is a little sonnet in honor of Pentecost. I hope you enjoy it. On our heads fall Mercury’s words of flames. The playful god makes sport of our thought. He sends the spirit fire of language games, And brings the curse of Babel down to nought. Today fishermen are made into priests, No fire and brimstone sermon preached Peter. But of Christ and glory, and holy feasts… Read more

May 16, 2018

Eastertide 16 May 2018 The Edge of Elfland Manchester, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, Anyone who still reads these letters regularly has likely noticed my relative absence. I’ve been in a bit of a malaise, not able to bring myself to actually write anything, or not much of anything. Which is unfortunate since white guys with ennui is so cliché. But there you are, even someone who considers themselves a little different, on the edge even (of Elfland perhaps) can be… Read more

May 11, 2018

David Russell Mosley Eastertide 11 May 2018 The Edge of Elfland Manchester, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, A few weeks ago, I dropped off our car to a certain, chain, auto-mechanic for its oil change. Before they called to tell us the car was ready I received an email telling me all the things that were wrong with the car. I know next to nothing about cars. I know to put gas in them, how to change a tire, and how… Read more

May 6, 2018

David Russell Mosley Eastertide 6 May 2018 The Edge of Elfland Manchester, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, In the past 6 months I have been introduced to three new musical artists/composers I thought I would share with you. Each of them stands out as something unique. None of them is easily pigeon-holed. And I like this. Not because I’m a hipster who only likes music no one else has ever heard of; if that were the case I wouldn’t be sharing… Read more

April 24, 2018

David Russell Mosley Eastertide 24 April 2018 The Edge of Elfland Manchester, New Hampshire Dearest Readers, To say I read Sam Rocha’s Tell Them Something Beautiful would be incorrect. I devoured it like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks. I ravished it like a husband who sees his wife for the first time after a long absence. I will need to return to this book to savor it, fortunately, it is a book that will bear re-reading.  I write… Read more

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