While there is still time

A Poem for My Daughter Extracts It seems we have made pain some kind of mistake, like having it is somehow wrong...

To be of use The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost ou...

Longing In our longing is the foundational human instinct that we are essentially here to risk ourselves in the world: that we are a form o...

A Song On the End of the World On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump i...

"To me it seems to be important to believe people to be good even if they tend to be bad, because your own joy and happiness in life i...

These are dark times. Rumors of war rise like smoke in the east. Drought widens its misery. In the west, glittering towe...

The clear bead at the center changes everything. There are no edges to my loving now. You've heard it said there's a window that op...

I love poems that go with paintings. Not just on the wall— the writing’s on the sky, the river, the bridge, your hands. Wouldn’t you love...

​​"...At first Anders continued to tell her what he knew, under his breath. Sometimes he was a tourist guide, sometimes a sawmill mana...

The Cornucopia Grapes grow up a difficult and sloped terrain. A soft line of poplars shimmer in the disappearing light...

No Promised Destination She asked him if he was a man of vision, And he said no, not in the traditional sense. He didn’t have visions of ch...

The Way it Is One morning you might wake up to realize that the knot in your stomach had loosened itself and slipped away, and that the pit...

United   For three and a half hours, the man in 25 D and I sit beside each other and do not speak. Somewhere, I like to imagine, is...

I had this poem stuck on my wall all throughout my student days, at all the places I stayed. "I am simple-minded.  I need to be remind...

Though my mother was already two years dead Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas, put hot water bottles her side of the bed and still w...