Poetry & More

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain I dip my cupped hands. I drink...

Sweetness, Always Why such harsh machinery? Why, to write down the happenings and people of every day, must poems be...

The sky-wheel turns us into dawn and fills creation again with color. Let it be our weakness, this thirst-love for...

My Courageous Life My courageous life has gone ahead and is looking back, calling me on. My courageous life has...

Listen. In the silence between your heartbeats bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or...

Romanesque Arches – Tomas Tranströmer  (Translated by Robin Fulton) https://www.ayearofbeinghere.com/2015/03/tomas-transtromer-romanesque-arches.html Father’s Day – Fred LaMotte https://yourradiance.blogspot.com/2024/06/fathers-day.html I Have Learned So...

TO COME HOME TO YOURSELF May all that is unforgiven in you Be released. May your fears yield Their deepest...

At Fourth and Main in Liberal, Kansas, 1932 (Written August 27, 1993) An instant sprang at me, a winter instant,...

Lakol Wacoun by Lydia Whirlwind Soldier I retreat to the edge of dreams empty my heart of haunting fears I...

My Secret Heart Not just in my heart but in the secret space it holds. In the heart of my...