Poetry

Yes there is fear. Yes there is isolation. Yes there is panic buying. Yes there…

Walking the river back home at the end of May, locust in bloom, an oriole…

Last time I saw her—no kidding— she was descending from a beat-up Winnebago in the…

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull…

After Ross Gay He is right; if we choose to look, we just might believe…

Rains come, pounding rooftops, saturating every inch of soil down to the deep. Water creeps…

When I returned Noe to the earth and she sent her staccato of sweetness up…

A normal day! Holding it in my hand this one last moment, I have come…

Dear love, what thing of all the things that be Is ever worth one thought…

In gratitude to K & G Stop moving. Stand in one place – this place….

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…