Practice

Practice To weep unbidden, to wake at night in order to weep, to wait for the whisker on the face … More

Any Common Desolation

Any Common Desolation can be enough to make you look upat the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the fewthat … More

Another Loss to Stop For Against such cold and mercurial mornings, watch the wind whirl one leaf across … More

Empathy and New Year A notion like that of empathy inspires great distrust in us, because it connotes a further … More

Bike You, who have borne three sons of mine, still bear my weight routinely, transporting me. An odd … More

Today I have published a new Archive page on this blog. It contains links to all of the blog posts … More

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

after Shawna Lemay Write a poem about the rain. Or the wind. Write about what you learned at university. … More

after Mark Halliday Because of the writing days. And because The discovery will not happen on its own, unprompted, … More

A line that has really been haunting me recently is ‘Horses turned out into a cold field have it’ from … More

Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. … More

Going There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken … More

I am deeply honoured to have my poem When The Holy Spirit Danced With Me In My Kitchen used as a … More

‘So I was thinking,’ the book says. ‘Going anywhere nice for Christmas?’ ’Do you want a lift somewhere?’ I say. … More