I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the ...

Words from the First Futurist Manifesto, printed in Le Figaro in 1909 Tonight I'm thinking about artists in the world, sewing their s...

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, rep...

LAY OF WOOD by Donald Revell Yellowbird here for one day only, I'm telling you The trees here Are children of themselves.  You c...

Poem 1: An Entrance by Malena Morling In the city      of leaks and ghosts      just past The Casket      Company on Van Rennselaer...

Ed by Louis Simpson Ed was in love with a cocktail waitress, but Ed's family, and his friends, didn't approve. So he broke it o...

Happy New Year!  But it's almost February!  Where did January go?  Mine went to recovering from travel, sleeping and eating, plotting ...