poetry

"Burning Bowl" by She Keeps Bees if it's all the same I'd rather forget burn it in a tin can let the flame take each page ashes in the waves...

One of my favorite quotes ever: You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it...

The fallen leaves are a little pile of stars in the yard. How glorious autumn is! the lesson of the falling leaves by Lucille Clifton the le...

The Bandage by C.P. Cavafy (translated by Evan Jones) He said that he’d stumbled into a wall or fallen. But likely the cut on his shoulder w...

John Atkinson Grimshaw - "Thro' the Wood" (date unknown) Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night...

The Abandoned Valley by Jack Gilbert Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket int...

Photographs by Anne Brigman Natural Woman: Rediscovering Anne Brigman's Pagan Vision (via Poetry Magazine ): While on one of these trips, Br...

The most important work I will ever do is to bear witness to my life, to affirm that my life matters even if it does not look like anyone el...

A year ago, this was my mother's last full day of life. Looking back, I now know this was the eve of her death. I started reading a biograph...