Fishing in the Keep of Silence by Linda Gregg There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship ...

The Country by Billy Collins I wondered about you when you told me never to leave a box of wooden, strike-anywhere matches lying around ...

The year before we married, Tim and I lived in the attic apartment of an old Victorian home.  On the first floor of that house, a woman I n...

In Spite of Everything, the Stars by Edward Hirsch Like a stunned piano, like a bucket of fresh milk flung into the air or a dozen fists...

The Lives of the Heart by Jane Hirshfield Are ligneous, muscular, chemical. Wear birch-colored feathers, green tunnels of horse-tail reed. ...

Animals by Frank O'Hara Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in i...

"It was just dreadful.  But it was precious, I tell you.  It was my art." -Barry Hannah Dear ones, Do you remember wh...