Peapods and Plain Rocks

  Leaning In by Sue Ellen Thompson Sometimes, in the middle of a crowded store on a Saturday afternoon, my husband will rest his hand o...

  Translation Months later, my father and I discovered his mother’s last word— deep in the downstairs freezer, one loaf of dark rye. ...

  Eagle Poem by Joy Harjo To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you. And know ...

  Winter Morning by James Crews   When I can no longer say thank you for this new day and the waking into it, for the cold scrape of ...

  Valediction I hear before seeing, no need to see to know morning’s ocarina, plaintive call, soft strut on leafmeal. It was the first ...

  roots by Lucille Clifton call it our craziness even, call it anything. it is the life thing in us that will not let us die. even in...

  A Pasture Poem ...

  What if you slept...              by Samuel Taylor Coleridge What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In...

  The New Song by W. S. Merwin For some time I thought there was time and that there would always be time for what I had a mind to do ...

  O sweet spontaneous by e e cummings   O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting                fingers of prurient phil...

  Monarchs, Viceroys, Swallowtails  For years they came tacking in, full sail,  Riding the light down through the trees, Over the roofto...

Musial by George Bilgere My father once sold a Chevy to Stan Musial, the story goes, back in the fifties, when the most coveted object...

  In Passing   How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special myster...

  And Now It’s September,   and the garden diminishes: cucumber leaves rumpled and rusty, zucchini felled by borers, tomatoes sparse on ...

  At the Pitch by Maxine Kumin If I could only live at the pitch that is near madness, Eberhart wrote but there was his wife Betty han...

You don't believe by William Blake        (public domain) You don't believe — I won't attempt to make ye. You are asleep — I...

  The Sleeping by Jacinta V. White There are some who are meant to sleep and live inside dreams. They come as visitors to carry messa...

Apple Season by Joyce Sutphen The kitchen is sweet with the smell of apples, big yellow pie apples, light in the hand, their skins frec...

Rebecca Who Slammed Doors for Fun And Perished Miserably by Hilaire Belloc       (Public Domain) A trick that everyone abhors In littl...

Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read and Was Tossed into a Thorny Hedge by a Bull by Hilaire Belloc    (P...

George, Who Played with a Dangerous Toy  and Suffered a Catastrophe of Considerable Dimensions   by Hilaire Belloc   (Public Domain)  ...

So Much of the World by Gregory Djanikian So much of the world exists without us the mountain in its own steepness the deer sli...

from The Song of Hiawatha In the green and silent valley, By the pleasant water-courses, Dwelt the singer Nawadaha. In the green and s...

Anyone Can Be President by Naomi Cochran Twenty days before the oath I dream it's me. Chosen at random. Standing alone at a plyw...

Signs by Luci Shaw In time of drought, let us be thankful for this very gentle rain, a gift not to be disdained though it is litt...