The River Poem by Eric Vithalani * it is always the story, in the river, the moon destroyed by falling leaves and then reborn....

For Tony When you ask for a sip   of the holy water I carry   in my backpack like an offering   to a minor god, tucked   beneath...

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...