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    And so it ends...   For the Anniversary of My Death BY W. S. MERWIN Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last ...

Not sure of all the bricks to catch my eye, why this one did, but it did. It took me to a poem where I was reminded that after news arrives...

The Angels of Radiators Every night when my wife and daughter are asleep and I'm alone in this old house lost in landscapes somewher...

  Day four. Searching the words at my feet brought me a title. The entire poem had been read that day in Rochester.   For This Thanks ...

Our Family Tree By Joseph Cephas Holly (1825-1855) On the death of my sister Cecilia—the last of five members of the family, who died su...

what we can’t know the number of the dead the stretch of an hour a bird’s heart how our embrace feels to the embraced the moment of a f...

It Wasn't a The Wind by Linda Allardt Memorial Art Gallery Poet Walk It Wasn’t The Wind nor chasing squirrels that brought the ...

a lovely batch of crocus planted by my students From The RevGals ~ ... So this week's Friday Five is courtesy of my good friends ...

Photo by Paul Stein I love birds, but if forced to choose a favorite family, let me say it is the Picidae. Maybe my next bird mo...

from Flickr by Tim Brauhn In college, a botany professor, who had barely survived Vietnam, handed me a book of poems by Wilfred Owens...

Our favorite theater, The Ambler Theater, has once again teamed up with our friend, Joanne Leva, to have an evening of poetry-noir. We wi...

When I met Mosaic Woman she was not one who made mosaics out of glass, but instead was a woman who wrote poetry. We moved 3000 miles or so ...

etsy shop well, I am done with hearts for now... makes me think of the the standard.."I'm Through With Love." When I was ma...