Poem: Learning, William Stafford
Learning A piccolo played, then a drum. Feet began to come – a part of the music. Here comes a horse, clippety clop, away. My mother said, “Don’t run – the army is after someone other than us. If you stay you’ll learn our enemy.” Then he came, the speaker. He stood...
Poem: Relax, by Ellen Bass
A poem for these times... Relax Ellen Bass Bad things are going to happen. Your tomatoes will grow a fungus and your cat will get run over. Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream melting in the car and throw your blue cashmere sweater in the drier. Your husband...
Poem: Holdfast, Holly Hughes
Holdfast Last week of August: too soon for falling leaves, fog that rises at dawn, ghosts up the beach, geese lining up in their ragtag V. Beyond the sandstone ledge carved like a torso by the waves, beyond purple sea stars inching toward tide pools, ...
Poem: May, by Mary Oliver
May May, and among the miles of leafing, blossoms storm out of the darkness— windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees dive into them and I too, to gather their spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs is the deepest certainty that this existence too— this sense of...
Flight: New Novel (Preview)
A new book by author Ned Hayes. ( Coming soon! ) Preview of First Chapter I should have found you twenty years ago. Lost in impossible dreams I burned with impatience, looking for you everywhere. Where were you in those times? "J'aurai du te découvrir il y a vingt...
