Category: Poetry
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The prairie breathes in one last great gulp of life when the soaking rains of October blow through, with torrential downpours that turn senderos back…
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Sometimes, on a morning in September, you spare a thought to wonder when the sun will come up – you know the light is getting…
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There is a thunderstorm here. The good kind. The kind that rustles up on a late summer afternoon, dropping warm rain and warm breezes, with…
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I’m working on my last course in the first circle of the clergy training program tonight, and I came across this poem. Given how many…
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For U-bar-U, which has neither lake nor sentineled firs, but whose darkness is just as filled with the sounds of the spirits. The Skater of…
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“Oh You Mothers…” This is the prayer I use when leaving offerings for my own ancestors. Oh you mothers, all my mothers Those who sleep…
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A TREE SONG by Rudyard Kipling Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater is none beneath the sun, Than…
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Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert,…
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by Marie Howe I have begun, when I am weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question to ask my dead friends for…
