Peapods and Plain Rocks

Plentitude, by Ann Iverson  Even near the very end the frail cat of many years came to sit with me among the glitter of bulb and glow ...

The Bookstall, by Linda Pastan Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they were freshly baked loaves waiting on their shelves to be...

In Spring by Rosie King I’m out with the wheelbarrow mixing mulch. A mockingbird trills in the pine. Then, from higher, a buzz, and th...

Under the Stars by Dorianne Laux When my mother died I was as far away as I could be, on an arm of land floating in the Atlanti...

  Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay  I will be the gladdest thing     Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers ...

Reminder ...

Home by William Stafford Our father owned a star, and by its light we lived in father’s house and slept at night. The tragedy of l...

Protest by Ella Wheeler Wilcox To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed o...

Ars Poetica #100: I Believe   by Elizabeth Alexander   ...

Ice Would Suffice     ...

The Print the Whales Make You and I on the boat notice the print the whales leave, the  huge ring their diving draws for a time on the ...

Descending Theology:  Christ Human by Mary Karr Such a short voyage for a god, and you arrived in animal form so as not to scorch us wi...

  Advent Calendar, by Gjertrud Schnackenberg Bethlehem in Germany, Glitter on the sloping roofs, Breadcrumbs on the windowsills...

A Small Story     When Mrs. McCausland comes to mind she slips through a small gap in oblivion and walks down her front steps, in he...

Leave Me Hidden ...

CANDLES            by Constantine Cavafy, translated by David Coomler at https://hokku.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/the-days-dwindle-down-cavaf...

The Mystery, from Lyrics of Lowly Life, by Paul Lawrence Dunbar, 1896 ...

Praising Manners   We should ask God To help us toward manners. Inner gifts D...

A Reward             by Denise Levertov Tired and hungry, late in the day, impelled to leave the house and search for what might lift me...

Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear one more friend waking with a tumor, one more maniac with a perfect reason, often a sweetness ...

It’s said they planted trees by graves to soak up spirits of the dead through roots into the growing wood. The favorite in the burial yar...

  Fingerless Mitts On Bond USM         Gauge = 4 - 4.5 sts         KP - 2.5 or 3   Worsted-weight yarn                        ...