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Why is everything black and white                (when, really, nothing is)?           Even the red barn in the rain beckons      like one lotus blooming in a pond (like the shimmer of a kingfisher,           a sunbeam) –...

Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness — Galway Kinnell Here where my hurts collide, where they divide, where they disappear like the loveliness of leaves blazing then fading and letting go – something I’ve...

Golden shovel from Mary Oliver’s “Why I Wake Early” When I wake and the fog curls a hello, burrows me in its gray cape the sun will later shred like bramble-tears, I enjoy the quiet in that moment. The absolute stillness my body...

I. Moss traces letters, dates on gravestones – living flirting with the dead. Wind off the sea teases sea oats – sifting, lifting heads without bowing or bending. Decaying rot bunches the wood line, hedges seizing the runaway...