Whistling Swans (poem by Mary Oliver)
Read moreDo you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space?
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A Poem by Wistawa Szymborska
Read moreOn this third planet of the sun among the signs of bestiality a clear conscience is Number One.
Little Separate Things (a new poem by Polly Castor)
Read moreSnow gently fluttering down, a feathery white monochromatic veil, flickering over everything, hushing...
Replicas (a New Poem by me)
Read moreWatching a class sketch Roman sculptures at the museum has gotten me thinking.
Grace Notes #3
Read moreNow in the New Year, I am furthering my ongoing goal of appreciating such a continuous, overflowing abundance of...
