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I want the sun to come out. I want world peace. I want my father. I am pouring another cup of coffee. The sun may come out this afternoon. Given the nature of human beings, we will never have world peace. My father is dead,...

What’s all this fuss about death? The common octopus lives only a year or less, and nonetheless, the neurons in her eight legs can sense all she needs for success. Discuss.

Here in the Southern Ocean where waves of the Atlantic and Pacific crash, a great albatross circles and circles with its twelve-foot wingspan. This woman who won’t believe in immortal souls discovers she’s willing to believe...

Today the sky is writing a poem about blue. Today the mountain is writing a poem about white. Today the lawn is writing its poem about green and yellow and pink and turquoise and lavender as toddlers toddle over grass hunting...

How gratifying, the good work of splitting wood: all of the muscles in the shoulders’ globes making their proper rotations; all the body’s woven fibers doing their tag-team work from the upper arm to lower arm, wrist, and hand....

How humble this task, stacking wood. I lay the foundation row, make the imprecise logs imprecisely parallel. Light splays       across my shoulders, when the windows splice       sunlight and sunlight. I love the order,      ...

Is that the heart is aimless; a bare place until it’s filled, and how some of us simply won’t be fooled by the intermittent magic of happiness. Admittedly, this is a poor start to a love poem, but I wanted to explain first how...