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March 3, 2020

“There’s a certain Slant of light,” by Emily Dickinson

There's a certain Slant of light, There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –We can find no scar,But internal difference –Where the… Continue Reading

January 31, 2020

“Someone Leans Near” by Toni Morrison

Someone Leans Near Someone leans nearAnd sees the salt your eyes have shed. You wait, longing to hearWords of reason, love or playTo lash or lull you toward the hollow day. Silence kneads your fearOf… Continue Reading

January 24, 2020

“A Poem for the Road” by Mary Oliver

A Poem for the Road Softest of mornings, hello. And what will you do today, I wonder, to my heart? And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder, before it must break? This… Continue Reading

January 18, 2020

“Shoveling Snow with Buddha” by Billy Collins

Shoveling Snow with Buddha In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, tossing the dry snow over a mountain of his bare, round… Continue Reading

January 11, 2020

“Snowfall” by Ravi Shankar

Snowfall Particulate as ash, new year’s first snow falls upon peaked roofs, car hoods, undulant hills, in imitation of motion that moves the way static cascades down screens when the cable zaps out, persistent &… Continue Reading

January 3, 2020

“Year’s End” by Jorge Luis Borges

Year’s End Neither the symbolic detail of a three instead of a two, nor that rough metaphor that hails one term dying and another emerging nor the fulfillment of an astronomical process muddle and undermine… Continue Reading

December 29, 2019

“Adrift” by Mark Nepo

Adrift Everything is beautiful and I am so sad. This is how the heart makes a duet of wonder and grief. The light spraying through the lace of the fern is as delicate as the… Continue Reading

December 28, 2019

“To the New Year” by W.S. Merwin

To the New Year With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir as though they… Continue Reading

December 20, 2019

[little tree] by e.e. cummings

[little tree] little treelittle silent Christmas treeyou are so littleyou are more like a flower who found you in the green forestand were you very sorry to come away?see          i will… Continue Reading

December 13, 2019

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up… Continue Reading

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