Anne Lamott is at her absolute best in her new book Somehow: Thoughts on Love. She writes about her usual topics – her difficult son…
Pepper and Poems
The storm came through, as storms do. In its wake I found a branch nearly as tall as a man standing straight up in the…
My father’s spirit left his body in a darkened room six weeks ago. On the wings of his last breath, it ascended – a…
Snowballs float, field balm prays, Crow’s bane smiles, tulips fray (in my half-wild yard). A springtime poem by James Wright made me all joyful inside…
The sea came calling this week, in word and song. I listened, from my parched garden, dried out by September’s sun. Emily Dickinson began… I…
You may want to know about Bolt Farm Treehouse near Chattanooga, where a weekend spent in a treehouse, dome, or mirror cabin offers an immersive…
A mole is in the garden. I am at the nursery buying flowers. It is Spring. Here are three poems to tickle the mind this…
There comes a point in the night when you just give up (speaking for myself, of course). Your tricks and techniques for getting back to sleep have…
Billy Collins’ newest collection, “Musical Tables,” sings tiny melodies with perfect pitch. “Small poems are drastic examples of poetry’s way of squeezing large content…