kept in the fridge by famous poets
on ice, or over ice…
on ice, or over ice…
an old saw played with a bow an hour in Sedro-Woolley three drowned olives, a scone, and the left hand of God “O what a rogue…
https://lithub.com/deep-time-and-an-uncertain-future-on-the-orkney-islands/ A good look in old stone’s, old mirrors…
a most serious poem for poets, and for their readers….
they come at us not quite together like lines in a poem we’ve never read or have forgotten like most of what happens to us they’re…
the outpour of feeling for WS Merwin this week is amazing, and continues…
reading a poem a day is a good idea
sleep and sheep… and other good things…..
this dock sits where and when I sit a few paces out over a bordered lake whose outward pacific pose is for the comfort of the…
Originally posted on The High Window:
D. Nurkse was born on December 13, 1949, in New Jersey, the son of Estonian economist Ragnar Nurkse. He received…
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being and becoming
New Writing Engaging with the Sacred
my weekly diary for my friends
Essential poems for hard times
read deep, breathe easy
the look, feel, and stuff of the Dharma
Quarterly poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction
Philosophical reading, thinking, writing
A Writer’s Journey
Dr. Bruce Tallman's reflections on spirituality
True Emptiness, Wondrous Being
Comparative literature about Poetry
Writings of a Christian Mystic
Founded 2015
"The face is a living presence; it is expression...The face speaks"