Poem: Learning, William Stafford

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

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...