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The amaryllis bulb, dumb as dirt, inert, how can anything spring from this clod, this…

When I can no longer say thank you for this new day and the waking…

Poet James Crews is editing two new anthologies of poetry that center on gratefulness and…

There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can…

It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er…

what if forgiving was easy? what if overcoming heartache was as simple as a long…

The grass seems lusher in the wet gray air, but less approachable now through a…

Shadows bloom and wilt across the patio, our new home sheds flakes of bright paint,…

Let us gather in a flourishing way with sunluz grains abriendo los cantos que cargamos…

Light in leaves in wind in sky. Bright October brings beauty to dead things and…

When you have been at war with yourself for so many years that you have…

The tossed salad at our Soup Kitchen starts with lettuce from the Community Garden, planted…

of a life that’s as complicated as everyone else’s, struggling for balance, juggling time. The…

Wherever we go, the chance for joy, whole orchards of amazement— one more reason to…

I know it’s summer when we wade out into the field and pick these crisp…

Holy Earth, Holy Cosmos, I bow before you With my whole being. Holy Creatures, Holy…

The optometrist says my eyes are getting better each year. Soon he’ll have to lower…

We are living now our regrets and our failures, the ache of what we wish could be again,…

We touch one another with defter fingers at night. Rain sounds different, its steady falling…

Philosophers shilly-shally, but it’s true: you are me; I am you. This dust, these rays,…