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The People’s Song

Sing it as you march along.

The Beautiful Known Unknowns of Our Human Experience

And how to reclaim transcendence from a humanist perspective

There May Be People Greater Than Me

Running on equal ground

Pain is what remains

Remembering the life and poetry of Federico García Lorca (1898–1936)

So Much

Lost, Forgotten, Passed

Meeting Places

A Triptych Poem

hearth on fire

a poem

Unknown Fairy Tales:

The Princess Leaves the Tower

Emily Dickinson: America’s First Modernist

Why Dickinson belonged more to the twentieth century than the nineteenth. Part III of a three-part series on the future of poetry.

Warm Summer Rain

And the silence

The Melancholy of Silence

A poem.

Wildflowers

words born in fond recall

The angelus bell

“we’ll soon have the nuns ringing the angelus they’ve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep” James Joyce

Shipwreck

Hidden Wreckage

Three Moments in Time

A Triptych Poem

Why Emily Dickinson Endures

How a private poet became universally beloved. Part II of a three-part series on the future of poetry.

When Eros Commands

Another Rainy Day in Kansas and the Clash of Titans

A Beautiful Thief — A Poem

Never grabbing onto anything

The Invisible Casualties of History in The Post Office Girl

Stefan Zweig’s novel about a young woman who takes a dangerous gamble

Raven’s return

A time-slip haibun

Home is …?

A Triptych Poem

The Lorelei

The mythical siren with her ‘immoral eye’

Blue Purple Green

My first attempt at picture poetry

Summertime

Ghazal Poem

Poetry’s Future and the Butterfly Effect

Why literary history is more accidental than we think. Part I of a three-part series on the future of poetry.

The Silent Trail

a poem

Meeting Writer Laurie Perez

Creating community, one story at a time

Wooden Owl Showpiece

A Story of Wisdom, Craftsmanship & Home Décor

Basking In the Thought of You…

A poem.

Starting Over at Forty

A free verse poem about starting life over at age forty

An Evil of Pure

A poem for humans

What Do You Hear?

Ghazal Poem

Biomimicry: Learning from Nature’s Amazing Designs Have you ever wondered whether humans can…

animals help us to invent

White Light

Return of the Snow

Linger

Inside every adult there’s still a child that lingers.

The map is not the territory

Fate and Life, Same but different

The Woven Shawl

A Ghazal Poem

Nothing More

Questions Are All We Have

Table-Talk

A Haibun

We as humans never stop learning, or we stop growing

Listening

Haibun

Rightfully ours

What we hold on to with our lives on the line may not be ours at all

AWAY TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR

Eagles commonly fly alone

Run for your life

Light up, light up As if you have a choice

Ring of Bright Water

I am — yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: John Clare

“Worst Human Beings”

Midnight commentary

Staple Wall

what yearning builds and tenderness unravels

Hedd Wyn

“Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng / A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell” (Bitter to live in times like these / While God declines beyond the…

Born again

the old bray of my heart

An inception into art

Inanimate objects seemed endowed with two or three senses, if not five.