Proximity by Karen Head The young possum foragingoutside my office windowseems unconcerned by my presence—after all, I’m the one who’s trapped.I snack on almonds, watchit nibble whatever it can find,and though I am inclined to share,I know that opening the windowwill change the world. Karen Head lives in Georgia, and possums seem to live all…

Darkness at Noon

Noon Hour BY PEGGY TROJAN Unless hot lunch at schoolwas serving something speciallike corn chowderand baking powder biscuitsor creamed chipped beefpotatoes and browniesI went hometo what mymother madelike most town kids Jack walked the furthestalmost to the riverto his unpainted houseby the railroad tracksWe all knew nobody was therehis mom at the tavern alreadyHe always…


December  On the fire escape, onestupid petunia still blooms,purple trumpet blowinghigh notes at the sky longafter the rest of the bandhas packed upand gone home. — Sarah Frelig

Passing Through

A short story of excellence, dedication and perseverance & of the joy and importance of meaning-making: Ted Kooser (1939) was the 13th Poet Laureate of the United States and received the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 2005.

Autumn – already?

Autumn Again the wind flakes gold-leaf from the trees and the painting darkens— as if a thousand penitents kissed an icon till it thinned back to bare wood, without diminishment. — Jane Hirshfield

On pain and solace

There can be no beauty without the ghost of pain held within it. Although the wind … BY IZUMI SHIKIBU – TRANSLATED BY JANE HIRSHFIELD   from The Ink Dark Moon (Vintage Books, 1990)  

Double vision

I have posted these poems before, but being a lover of ekphrastic poetry, I feel it will do you all good to read them again … Musée Des Beaux Arts By W.H. Auden About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else…

Looking for the subtle signs –

Here is a great poem for you: Peak Summerby Eric Nixon We’re steeped deep in summerAnd everything around meSeems to indicate it’ll never endBut still I’m spending timeLooking for the subtle signsTrying to figure out whenWe’ve reached peak summerWhen the billion green treesStart to dull ever so slightlyWhen the bounty of vegetablesFound at all the…

Sunday poem

Rereading Frost by Linda Pastan Sometimes I think all the best poems have been written already, and no one has time to read them, so why try to write more? At other times though, I remember how one flower in a meadow already full of flowers somehow adds to the general fireworks effect as you…

Looking at boulders

There are few things I like better than a great ekphrastic poem: Adjacent,Against, Upon Rick Barot —after Michael Heizer I may be looking at the set of boulders that is now in front of me, but it is you I am addressing. You are near or you are far, depending on the accuracy of the…