The Slant of Afternoon, Playing with Light
A notebook full of poetry I had worked on for years has disappeared. Vanished. Many of the poems I never …
A notebook full of poetry I had worked on for years has disappeared. Vanished. Many of the poems I never …
I won’t be writing here for awhile. Probably. Maybe. I don’t know. I’ve started several blog posts but can’t finish …
Self Portrait by David Whyte It doesn’t interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to …
Milton’s great theme in Paradise Lost is the fall and redemption of humanity. This too can be seen as “some …
Language is that which gives rise to difference, to the desire for difference, and, at the same time, the desire …
Meditation at Lagunitas By Robert Hass All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old …
That age-old question “who am I?” haunts us from birth. We sense we are more than what we seem to …
I fell in love with Wallace Stevens’ poetry when I first read “The Idea of Order at Key West” in …
One of my poems has been set to music. An amazing composer, Troy Armstrong, emailed me earlier this year and …
These are the last lines of a poem I wrote long ago. The accident of touching is so rare! Sometimes …