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When we let Spirit Lead us It is impossible To know Where We are being led. All we know All we can believe All we can hope...

From Given Sugar, Given Salt More and more I have come to admire resilience. Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam returns ove...

from Devil's Workshop If you can't pull it up By the roots, Take it out Of the sun, stop Watering it.

from Devil's Workshop     Not love, but something That, when it loses its green, Holds its form Like ocotillo, Long flutes of ca...

From Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth Thousands of feet Below you There is a small Boy Running from Your bombs. ...

From What We Carry I'm remembering again, the day we stood on the porch and you smoked while the old man told you about his basemen...

From Chaco Trilogy We read of the Hopi (that’s all we can do) that the dead are clouds, that the dead rain down their souls on earth...

From Chaco Trilogy When you know who you are you do who you are, polishing a mountain without a goal (There is nothing mor...

December 15, 2016 I suspect that I am far from the only one having a hard time getting in the Christmas spirit these days. It’s hard t...

It's summer. School is out. The streets and the parks of New York City have begun to change. Fire hydrants are opened; swimming pools ar...

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...