- - I began this poem by cataloging things that are set away for another time. While writing I became nostalgic and thought of my Uncle Ji...

- - Can it be a year since the Japanese tsunami, and the flowering of the Arab Spring? These, as well as horrors in other places, and Bil...

- - graveyard in Kinsale, Ireland The Prisoner I My hand has one gesture left: to push things away. From the rock dampness ...

 - - A birth, and a death for Lister Matheson No snow, and little to speak of this warm winter; ochre moss in laced stars ...

- - Take the torch down from the wall and bravely wake the sleeping giant of your soul Stir dormant magnificence out of her crouching fra...

- - I took this [film] photo in the Scottish highlands in 1980, when I was pregnant with Lesley I heard Representative Gabby Giffords'...

- - Red Pines Every day I drive to work and it is the same thing. Listen to two minutes of political news or economic disaster. Turn it...

- - September morning He’s tall as a tower, my son — graceful in the resilient way of bamboo, lithely connected at joints and knuckl...

- - The River and the Sea "The river is within us, the sea is all about us . . ." — T S Eliot (Four Quartets) How does the riv...

- - Char's image at her post wondering bellwether she has gone before us you and I loping along in this woolly herd looking for somet...

 - - My coat is not big enough for the body of the world. But it is too big for me alone. The sleeves hang like bells, my arms ringing for...

- - When the economy tanked two and a half years ago, the magnitude of it didn’t hit me for a couple of weeks, until the Chair of my Eng...

- - I read a friend's post about losing a baby to miscarriage at ten weeks. Her love for the baby she barely knew surmounted what some...

- - Pearl Square and Everywhere How does light sweep a room, from a tallow candle, and the room remain cold? the worn marble floor...

- - "Night on the El Train," by Edward Hopper Garden of Grief Listening to you describe your garden is like listening to th...

- - "What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire" - Title borrowed from the title of Charles Bukowski’s 1999 book...

 - - I emerged from the parking structure into the dove gray morning of campus. Gold leaves and black branches of the beech tree behind th...

- Happy Halloween! I love how this day gives us a chance to play with fright and pretend we're someone else (and eat Reese's peanut...

-- Inge and me after walking in the Making Strides event This is my best friend, Inge. She is a breast cancer survivor. Today we walked a...

- - Carl Jung coined the term synchronicity for "meaningful coincidences," or acausal connection of two or more psycho-physic phe...