A helping grain of sand

I have been thinking a lot this week about a line from Tomas Tranströmer’s masterpiece, ‘Alone’. (I have also blogged … More

Humpback of the week

Recently, my relationship with Wednesdays has changed. It’s quite a long story, and one I don’t want to trouble you … More

Here is a list of various found poems that I have made over the years. Happy holiday reading and looking … More

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

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