Poetry

I wanted to feel stillness so I went for a walk, watched the cobblestones pass…

Sometimes it just stuns you like an arrow flung from some angel’s wing. Sometimes it…

Once I would say “table,” and mean “table.” Once, I would say “broccoli” and mean…

After dinner, I try to digest kale and cauliflower in my longing to live longer,…

It’s not the day on the calendar that makes the New Year new, it’s when…

When the storms of life come bearing down threatening to lash you senseless, seek shelter….

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…