Poetry that Takes Us Beyond Articulation
Some of us are always seeking a path beyond ourselves, beyond articulation. It’s not escape. It’s the opposite of escape. …
Some of us are always seeking a path beyond ourselves, beyond articulation. It’s not escape. It’s the opposite of escape. …
September, 1918 This afternoon was the color of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; …
I’ve long been a huge fan of Paul Klee’s paintings and e.e. cummings’ poetry, and for similar reasons: their playfulness …
These are the themes that run through so much of what I’m compelled to write about. No doubt because they …
May you and your loved ones, near and far, have a Blessed Thanksgiving. blessing the boats BY LUCILLE CLIFTON (at …
My mother died seven years ago this month, which is also the month I was born. I wrote a short …
Last month around this time when the moon was full, our nights were filled with howling. Almost every night we could …
The first blogger I ever followed and the first to follow me back was Wendy Sarno. What drew me at …
Miracles Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892 Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of …
It’s a question a blogger friend asked one day in response to my comment that I would like to try …