Mary Oliver

This embodied life is not a mistake, and the body is not the enemy.  The poetry of interweaving multiple dimensions,...

   ~~~~~~~~~~~ THE JOURNEY One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around...

However we sing our song, however our life is expressed, we are each a unique and valuable expression of the...

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the...

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also...

INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods...