David Russell Mosley

About David Russell Mosley

David Russell Mosley is Dean of Academics for the Chesterton Academy of Notre Dame, a small, independent, classical, Catholic high school in Spokane, Washington. He holds a PhD in theology from the University of Nottingham. His dissertation, Being Deified: Poetry and Fantasy on the Path to God, has been published by Fortress Press. He is the author of a novel, On the Edges of Elfland: A Fairy Tale for Grown-ups, and his poetry and essays have appeared in Black Bough Magazine, Jesus the Imagination, and U.S. Catholic Magazine.

“Stations of the Cross”

By |2021-04-01T15:45:43-05:00April 1st, 2021|Categories: Christianity, Easter, Poetry|

Station I “Take up your cross and follow me,” you said. We couldn’t know then exactly what you meant, But then they placed the thorns upon your head, And mocked you for their mirthless merriment. Condemned you did not fight their condemnation, While they passed you back and forth like a child’s game. […]

“St. Patrick”

By |2021-03-16T09:05:12-05:00March 16th, 2021|Categories: Christianity, Poetry, Sainthood|

In dreams you heard your mournful captors’ cry, Calling you to be Christ where you once suffered. Your heart was opened for them, it was not buffered, But porous, taking them and leading them high Above and beyond their druidical sense of the sky […]


By |2020-12-10T12:52:09-06:00January 3rd, 2021|Categories: Poetry|

The Summer Sun has burned the crop of wheat. The ears of corn have ripened on the stalk. We pick and grind them to make a treat Formed from the four elements; yet we balk: […]

“Greening the Church”

By |2020-12-15T11:14:45-06:00December 22nd, 2020|Categories: Christmas, Poetry|

We bring into the church the evergreen, Fresh boughs of trees that last all winter long. And as we place them round, we sing a song About peace on earth, goodwill to men. We set them up to decorate, it seems, To bring some festive Christmas cheer along. […]

“St. Kevin”

By |2020-10-21T10:14:24-05:00November 8th, 2020|Categories: Christianity, Poetry, Sainthood|

You knelt inside your hermit’s cell to pray, Reciting psalms and worshipping your God. Your narrow little cell was all you had, And so one hand was stretched out into the day. And while you sang your psalms, a bird came to lay Her eggs, in a nest made of your outstretched hand. […]

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