Oct 16, 2025 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Poetry
For the Student Who Used AI to Write a Paper Now I let it fall back in the grasses. I hear you. I know this life is hard now. I know your days are precious on this earth. But what are you trying to be free of? The living? The miraculous task of it? Love is for the...
Aug 13, 2025 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Past Notes, Poetry
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...
Jul 15, 2025 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Past Notes, Poetry
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, ...
May 3, 2025 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Past Notes, Poetry
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...
Sep 25, 2023 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Past Notes, Poetry
Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America Tell me what it’s like to live without curiosity, without awe. To sail on clear water, rolling your eyes at the kelp reefs swaying beneath you, ignoring the...
