It is a well-documented fact that I Heart Winter.  My inner polar bear, blood-thirsting animal that she is, loves the...

Leonard Commits Redeeming Adulteries with All the Women in Town by Louise Erdrich When I take off my glasses, these eyes are dark magnets t...

Love Poem by Kathleen Raine Yours is the face that the earth turns to me. Continuous beyond its human features lie The mountain forms that ...

Morning Birds by Thomas Transtromer I wake my car. Its windshield is covered with pollen. I put on my sunglasses and the song of the birds...

Bedrock by Gary Snyder                                      for Masa Snowmelt pond      warm granite we make camp, no thought of finding mo...

I wasn't going to go there.  It's awkward.  It's cliche.  But when I talked to a girlfriend this weekend and heard ...

- 441 - by Emily Dickinson This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - The simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty H...