Sitting by the glass doors my back porch beyond sipping coffee and waiting for my whole wheat English muffins— that I made after watching a Canadian demonstr...

To say that March has been difficult would be, of course, a gross understatement. The world has ended and we are just starting to figure out how to live in t...

Celebrate World Poetry Day! https://www.un.org/en/observances/world-poetry-day

Last night one too many Irish coffees & dithering about plans for today Sun rise, deep fog in the trees black brown red fingers pointing into whiteness <Plop...

cold mornings when my bare feet slip on the bathroom’s tiled floor and robins preen in front of our porch a deer starts in the yard when I open the back door...

There is a pin oak behind my house leaning west over the porch. In the right season, acorns begin dropping on the bleached, green-flushing wood and on the st...

>Thank you, James (www.jamesbrandess.com/@jamesbrandess) for the inspiration and the art. You help us all to define "Saugatuck." I know a guy who paints the w...

(Or: On Being Married to a Struggling Writer During National Poetry Writing Month) I said to him: This prompt is hard. How am I supposed to meditate “from a ...

Materials 1 sheet black paper 1 pin 1 lamp, shade optional 1 small ball or orb, 3-5 inches in diameter Instructions Take a sheet of jet-black paper and a pin...

(Here is my official return to focusing on So Many Fishes, a collection I am trying to finish by December. Thanks for reading!) I can hear my blue jay screec...

The hardest part of writing is writing. I knew that this blog would challenge me, but why was I so out of my mind that I thought I could make it through May w...

The sandhill cranes silver white fighter bombers in electro-trilling V-formations are returning and in town the ice cream shop windows are still covered, but...

It’s on my grocery list but I’ll probably find a way to forget it or I’ll forget the list itself and pull an old tissue from my pocket when I get to the prod...

It occured to me, one recent frozen morning, that when I wake with a song I have not heard in years stuck in my head— trilling off my tongue vibrating throug...