Poetry is Where We Are Ourselves
Read morePoetry is the human voice, and are we not of interest to each other?
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Heron Photos and Poem by Wendell Barry
Read moreI go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great...
New Poem: Plant yourself in Christ
Read moreBe green and supple, fresh and growing, for heaven is like a watered garden.
New Poem by Me: Summer Solstice
Read more...just the longest day to fill with the sweetest, healthiest liberty...
