“The Poet”
Let her have a chair, her shadeless lamp, the table.” — Jane Hirshfield, “The Poet” The place in which we work — an art studio, a home office, a spare bedroom, or the corner booth at the local diner —...
View Article“Unending Love”
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs” — Rabindranath Tagore Valentine’s Day is coming, and I’ll be the first to admit it can be a guilt-inducing Hallmark holiday. As hard as I...
View Article“Against Hesitation”
Make music of what you can.” — Charles Rafferty I always knew I wanted to be a writer. When I was a kid, I perched in the gnarly apple tree in my backyard and scribbled my own adventures in a …...
View Article“Now I Become Myself”
I have been dissolved and shaken / Worn other people’s faces” — May Sarton My early introduction to May Sarton‘s work was through her diary, Journal of a Solitude. I was new to personal writing at the...
View Article“Calling the Owl”
Let us hear your faint vibrato and absorb what is invisible, wild and nearly gone.” — Terry Blackhawk Every time I read “Calling the Owl,” I can picture the poet standing still in a snowy meadow just...
View Article“What Came to Me”
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.” ~Carl Sandburg Amazing, isn’t it — how small things can hold so much? With the precision of a haiku poet, Jane Kenyon delivers a heart-load of emotion in...
View ArticleCircus of life
Damn everything that won’t get into the circle.” — e.e. cummings I’ve been a fan of the big top as far back as I can remember. It was the highlight of every spring when I was child. Later, as a …...
View Article“You, Reader”
Whenever anyone reads his words the writer is there. He lives in his readers.” — William S. Burroughs Creative writing teachers often preach: “Write for yourself” and “Write what you know.” Good...
View Article“In Perpetual Spring”
The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses.” ~Hanna Rion Spring reminds us that we humans were not designed to hunker down in front of a computer monitor for days on end....
View ArticleWild words
What more could I do with wild words?” — Mary Oliver I’m a cat lover and a morning person, so Mary Oliver‘s “Morning” spoke to me the first time I read it. And each time I revisit the poem, something …...
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