Crossroads, by Louise Glück My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longer I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and …
The part of lifedevoted to contemplationwas at odds with the partcommitted to action. * Fall was approaching.But I rememberit was always approachingon…
Who Said It Was Simple By Audre Lorde There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Ne…
The Thing Is BY ELLEN BASS to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in you…
YES, a poem by William Stafford It could happen any time, tornado,earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could, you …
by David Whyte After Derek Mahon Your great mistake is to act the dramaas if you were alone. As if lifewere a progressive and cunning crimewith no wit…
You Never Know by Ron Padgett1. What might happen.2. How people will behave.3. Oh anything.What might happen.How people will behave.Oh anything.Three …
It's coming to pass My countries coming apart The whole thing's becoming Such a bumbling farce Was that a pivotal historical moment We just went stumb…
Pandemic What if you thought of itas the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?Cease from travel.Cease from buying and selling.Give up, j…
Kei Miller’s poem, “Book of Genesis”: Suppose there was a book full only of the word,let – from whose clipped sound all things began: firand firmament…
