I came to explore the wreck./ The words are purposes./ The words are maps./ I came to see the damage that was done/ and the treasures that prevail. From "Diving into the Wreck" — Adrienne Rich Poetry as diving. Poetry as moving in...

No matter how loud/ this bar, within these three walls we can drop straight into a very electric flight. We can/ pretend we don’t answer to anyone–including/ the waitress–& no one even knows where we are. Aimee Nezhukumatathi...

Love, love, love, says Percy./ And hurry as fast as you can/ along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust./ Then, go to sleep./ Give up your body heat, your beating heart./ Then, trust. Mary Oliver [Advice from Mary Oliver's dog, Percy.] ...

Dear NEEAAReSt and Dearest, Mother's Day is always difficult for me.  It often seems like a cocktail of grief and sadness with a twist of regret. A few years ago, on Mother's Day, I started writing a weekly "letter" (blog post) t...