While there is still time

I explain quietly. You hear me shouting. You try a new tack. I feel old wounds reopen. You see both sides. I see your blinkers. I am plac...

Antilamentation Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies t...

This poem resonates very deeply with me. It is the story of our times, the story of so many lives I read about in the papers every day, and...

For Reena, who loves the forests. Sleeping in the Forest Mary Oliver I thought the earth remembered me, she to...

Beginning The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.   The dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they are, the moons young...

One Heart Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, friend, open at either end of day. The...

Always the setting forth was the same, Same sea, same dangers waiting for him As though he had got nowhere but older. Behind him on the...

An untitled poem William Allingham Everything passes and vanishes; Everything leaves its trace; And often you see in a footstep What ...

"So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbe...

From 'The People of the Deer', Farley Mowat's lyrical account of his 2-year stay in the Arctic, with the Ihalmiut people of nor...

"Do you read a lot?" "A little. Being read to is nicer." She looked at me. "That's...

"Blue doesn't exist in itself. Neither does heaven. Both are a result of perception and longing." http://sometimesiwritesom...

When First We Faced, And Touching Showed When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonligh...

When I am among the trees Mary Oliver When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equ...

Bura jo dekhan main chala, bura na milya koe, Jo ghat khoja apna, mujh se bura na koe. When I went to look for evil, I found none as wret...