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Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thou...

All these great barns out here in the outskirts,  black creosote boards knee-deep in the bluegrass. They look so beautifully abandoned,...

elated Poem Content Details I have not disappeared. The boulevard is full of my steps. The sky is full of my thinking. An archbishop...

There isn’t a right answer. There just isn’t. The game show where the bells ring and the points go up and the confetti falls because you got...

The time will come  when, with elation  you will greet yourself arriving  at your own door, in your own mirror  and each will smile at the o...

The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; tho...

They are warming up the old horrors, and all that they       say is echoes of echoes. Beware of taking sides; only watch. These are not cri...

The cottonwoods are flinging themselves outward, filling the air with spiraling flurries, covering lawns in deepening drifts. You could ...

Surely the earth is heavy with this rhythm, the stretch and pull of bread, the folding in and folding in across the palms, as if the li...

The universe does not revolve around you. The stars and planets spinning through the ballroom of space dance with one another quite out...

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;  so many things seem filled with the intent  to be lost that their loss is no disaster.  Lo...

The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should or maybe I'm using it to th...

I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window in the las...

Related Poem Content Details                for Richard Before the days of self service, when you never had to pump your own gas,...

Donald Trump was elected America's president. Donald the dumb, the racist, the sexist, the king bloviator, the tantrum totalitarian. I...

Within the past two weeks, I seem to have hit my limit as a professional and then today as a mother.  Having taken on a task that posed so m...

(excerpted and transcribed from this reading ) Only you, for me – The warmth of your mind, The breezes your courage attracts – Only...

Sometimes I get so nervous when I speak I can feel my heartbeat in my tongue. And my heartbeat talks faster than an auctioneer, but ...

V.B. Price:  City at the End of the World on Colores In an over-urbanized world, in which over half the population lives in cities, if a ...

Some things will never change. Some things will always be the same. Lean down your ear upon the earth and listen. The voice of forest water ...