Poetic Prose: Douglas H. Gresham

Lenten Lands: My Childhood with Joy Davidman and C.S. Lewis

“For me, the house became slowly but inevitably a place of tension; the dusty, interesting attics changed from places for exploration and adventure to rooms of forbidding aspect, peopled by imaginary bogles and closed by invisible bright barriers of impenetrable nothing, with only the swarming and now malevolent specks of dust falling and floating through mocking floods of sunlight.”

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A son, a brother, a husband, a father of eight, and a friend. A follower of Jesus Christ. A fan of the Seminoles and all teams Atlanta. I write, I read, and teach when I can. I prefer red pens. I'm easily distracted. I've lived in Augusta, GA, northern Minnesota, the beautiful western NC mountains, and Tallahassee, FL - Go 'Noles. I played football for FSU, was on the national championship team in 1999, and took a few snaps with the Pittsburgh Steelers. My favorite colors are fluorescent yellow, and Garnet & Gold. I drive a minivan and think it's cool.
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  1. Pingback: What I learned: Lenten Lands by Douglas Gresham | Discovering Writing

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