When I am Asked

When I am Asked When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature. … More

Autumn

Autumn One night goes on longer than the rest, never so long, whiled away. Then dawn. Goodbye, insects. Hollow casings … More

Praise the Rain Praise the rain; the seagull diveThe curl of plant, the raven talk—Praise the hurt, the house slackThe … More

The Fear of Poetry In this moment when we facehorizons and conflicts widerthan ever before, we want our resources,the ways … More

Twilight Three minutes ago it was almost dark.Now all the darkness is in theleaves (there are no morelow garage … More

We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found … More

The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I … More

Young Poets’ Stories project update: Today we add a reading resources for young poets page to the Young Poets’ Stories website. … More

The Schoolchildren Like leaves startled by a gust of wind they peel away from the tight-knit group, one child, two, … More