On the gray, flat roof of a Brooklyn building, Square and safe and separate from the city, Watching a crescent moon sink towards Manhattan, Enjoying the night breeze after a hot day, Saturn, rising over my left shoulder, Is a tiny promise … [Read more...] about Saturn’s Ring
Find a Flower
There might be a flower growing and you won't have to pluck it. Just look and remember the clichés about velvet and fragility, about blood and ink, youth and time? Can a simple flower hold all these ideas? Think a moment, how would you … [Read more...] about Find a Flower
Old Dogs
Why do we insist on loving old dogs? We could escape the inevitable pain Of their inevitable demise By simply never loving at all. In that, you’ll find every answer. Why are we moved to love? We know that death always wins. Always. The … [Read more...] about Old Dogs
Coming Home by Mary Oliver
Bring authority to a reading of your poems? It would be poison to do so. The critics can't help themselves, of course. It is the nature of a grasping mind to think it is possessing and corralling. But where does the poison do its work? Your … [Read more...] about Coming Home by Mary Oliver
Wishes in Bloom
I wish to be, That is enough for me. … [Read more...] about Wishes in Bloom
Death without Fear, Life without Fear
"He who fears death fears either the loss of sensation or a different kind of sensation. But if you will have no sensation, you will feel nothing bad; and if you have a different kind of sensation, then you will be a different kind of … [Read more...] about Death without Fear, Life without Fear