On this Mother’s Day in the US, you may be celebrating a special someone in your life who has “mothered” you or whom you yourself have had the privilege of “mothering.” My young chap, Nathan,…
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Mother’s Day in the US isn’t until next week. But when I began this poem, I didn’t know it was going to be about mothers. Or about tree rings. That’s the beauty of…
A brief roundup for May, as I’m currently out of studio, traveling with Jihong and Nathan. We’re on a whirlwind roadtrip to North Carolina, Virginia, and Washington, DC. Once we get back to South Dakota,…
My goodness, what an outpouring of reader responses to “Gentle Way Home,” the cento I offered last week! The feedback has prompted me to do a follow-up, especially since you, like so many others, might…
After a long, strenuous hike, you happen upon a river. A crude raft is beached on the sandy shore. Tacked to it is a paper that reads: “Take me downstream.” The handwriting strangely resembles your own.
You don’t know who made the raft, or why they’ve left it here. You don’t know how well it’s constructed. Does it even float?
Happy New Year’s, everyone! Today I concluded A Year of Being Here, my daily mindfulness poetry project, after a run of three years. I included the following poem in my final post. Perhaps you’ll enjoy…
This morning I stumbled onto this lovely piece published by Brevity on January 20, 2014, by a nonfiction writer named A. Papatya Bucak. She teaches in the MFA program at Florida Atlantic University. Though I’m…
I found a poem the other day—or rather, excavated it! I’d been contacted by Joanne Fedler, a writer from Australia, and we were exchanging emails about our work, and I visited her website. On a…
Late last night I returned from a very quick but very long trek into northern Alberta, Canada. (More on that later.) Just for fun, here’s a poem I just put together this morning based on,…
Over the past two years I have had to say many goodbyes. My friendship circle has been in great flux. At least ten close friends have moved on to new homes, to new jobs–not always…
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