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Wild Gratitude Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey, And put my fingers into her clean cat's...

                          Turning There comes a time in every fall before the leaves begin to turn when blackbirds group and flock...

    Table A man filled with the gladness of living Put his keys on the table. Put flowers in a...

Facing the Moon, There Is No End All four seasons have the moon, and yet we admire it especially in...

My Life Is Not This Steeply Sloping Hour My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see...

I Was Passionate – Lal Ded (translated by Jane Hirshfield) https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55265/i-was-passionate The Door – Jane Hirshfield https://inwardboundpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/233-door-jane-hirshfield.html A Dream of...

Poet, writer and screenwriter Jimmy Santiago Baca has published more than 30 books, and was awarded the Pushcart Prize, the...

Now You See It What you don’t see helps you see what you do see: the keyhole sharpens the thrill...

The reason children are excited to see what comes next is because they don’t assume they already know. They don’t...

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but while I drink I see the...