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Who would be a turtle who could help it? A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet, she can ill afford the chances she must take in ro...

When I can no longer say thank you for this new day and the waking into it, for the cold scrape of the kitchen chair and the ticking of the ...

 7/12/2025 Part 1: Be Where You Are Once poetry has entered your soul, it will always have a place there. Poetry didn’t find a way into my h...

There is no end to love. We may tear ourselves away, or fall off the cliff we thought sacred, or return one day to find the home we dreamt o...

  Maxwell Frost (D-Fla.): “Republicans would have us believe that the person most likely to steal from you is a Black person in a hoodie or ...

 We Don't Know - Strumbrellas We've Got You - Vienna Teng Level Up - Vienna Teng One Moment - OK Go  Catch & Release - Matt Simm...

 From  Innocence Regained: Christmas Poems So much is missing now, so much is taken from us. We define our lives by absences, by cannot-have...

You get to be 49, and you realize there's not TOO much more time to shape your life. As the kids get older, more independent, and, perha...

I used to pretend to believe in God. Mainly, I liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. Think of how far a voice must have to travel to...

“We have enjoyed fine dreams; we have dreamed of unifying the world; we are unifying it—against us.”

I'm attending a conference in Denver. In a session on power dynamics, the presenters made the suggestion to journal about where you are ...

“At some point the press needs to stop adopting right-wing framing that this is a 'DEI purge' and call it what it is — white suprem...

"Attention is love, what we must give"

Today, I am unsettled. Itchy. Twitchy. Looking for things I can organize. Order I can create with a little effort. Exerting a little petty c...

Assume it’s in the kitchen, under the couch, high in the pine tree out back, behind the paint cans In the garage. Don’t try proving your lov...

Three days into the new year, and despite the lack of adequate light, our white phalaenopsis orchid has eased open a third delicate bloom. P...

It’s when the earth shakes And foundations crumble That our light is called To rise up. It’s when everything falls away And shakes us to the...

Let rain be rain.      Let wind be wind. Let the small stone     be the small stone. May the bird     rest on its branch, the beetle in its ...

Last night I dreamed ten thousand grandmothers from the twelve hundred corners of the earth walked out into the gap one breath deep between...

I want to give myself utterly as the maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off every lea...