Wang Ping
So that one wrong class led me to the path of writing: poetry, story, novel, essays
Lynne
Apiary Aches
Bees love catnip; they go crazy for it; afterward, we drowsed, full of honeyed sweetness like the bees that browse the catnip, it could be like catnip to us, and I remember the first time my Siamese kitten had catnip,…
Magician
In the plaza, he pirouettes, juggling, glittering mysteries.
None of This Had to Happen- Channeling Jane Hirschfield
This did not have to happen. No, none of this had to happen.
Staring at Stars
Homely, lonely night. Venus shines against vacancy.He doesn’t paint the bars that keep him so far from starry night. Transfixed by stars. The tree grows, it is living. It is hopeful.And so is he. Not always so. Seldomly like that-ever.…
Trees Speak
We, the silver birch. Villagers say we are The Three Sisters.
Dragon of a Plantation
I start to think you stink
like Beowulf
Ellen Bass
I'd always been reluctant to teach online. And then I had to.
Paula Deitz
Editor of the Hudson Review
Jacqueline Allen Trimble
I think the joy comes out of my curiosity about the world