The Bottom Is Pebbly With Stars
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but while I drink I see the...
Sweetness, Always
Sweetness, Always Why such harsh machinery? Why, to write down the happenings and people of every day, must poems be...
When Poetry Came to Me
POETRY And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know...
To Go Into a Forest Alone
To Go Into a Forest Alone by Jim Harrison What is it to actually go outside the nest we have built...
After Robert Bly’s “The Third Body”
“Nace” What is it that we are creating together? We exchange a few words and a presence is born. We...
Too Many Names
Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays and the whole week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your exhausted...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.