While there is still time

From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring. The place where we are right is hard and trampled like a yard. But...

Jack Gilbert, the poet, died on Nov 13, the one who told us that "We must risk delight" and that "Icarus was not failing as ...

Somehow we must see through the shimmering cloth of daily life, its painted, evasive facings of what to eat, to wear? Which work matters? I...

Riding into the city after nearly a month of illness and withdrawing, you are startled to see the tree covered in pink...

“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on f...

(x) Sun overhead, you pointed to the wind-tossed grasses. This is a memory now.   (xi) Together in that first sun, so vivid: there must be ...

“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or...

I Covered a Great Distance Without Effort The seats faced backwards although the train car was headed forward. The engineers designed it...

My Ex-Husband Asks Me Who Reads My Rough Drafts No one, I say, over Thanksgiving dinner at the Fess, the rhinestone ear- rings I bought t...

"...For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning l...

" Suzuki rises from his chair and turns to the board. He picks up the chalk and draws a freehand oval, something like an eggshell in d...

Ink strokes on rice paper - a wooden bridge curved over a river, mountains in the distance and in the foreground a wind-blown tree. ...

The villagers of Tamenglong in Manipur, North-East India, are building a 100 km road that is their only hope of access to medical faciliti...

Read it here , preferably, with the photos. ............................................................................... Although wha...

Divorce Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying. Rushed through the dark house. Stopped, remembering. Stood looking out at bright moo...