Loving the Flesh by Todd Davis Last night I lay beside you, unable to sleep, and read the stories written on the cells by one who long ago ...

  Well, I found it - the picture of me among my old books, pondering what the h to do. What to keep, what to toss, what to let go to welc...

Spring by Mary Oliver Somewhere     a black bear       has just risen from sleep          and is staring down the mountain.     All...

That Little Something for Li-Young Lee by Charles Simic The likelihood of ever finding it is small. It's like being accosted by a...

"Simon explained truth to me," Thomas said. "If there's a tree in the distance and you run to get there, run across t...

Dear Lonely Animal, Last night I wanted nachos again, a big plate of nachos covered in cheese and black beans and salsa, sour cream, g...

One of a bajillion signs that my husband takes pictures of while out wandering the world Two posts in a week!  Have I caught a bug?  Wh...