At the Turquoise Table

"A word can be a weapon, and I believe that with the word...we can build a better world and make happier people." The above qu...

The hazy, hot, humid days of summer have us in their vise-like grip. The trips from house to car to destination awaken sweat glands. Lungs f...

I heard Kay Ryan read at the Library of Congress on Thursday. It was her "retirement" reading from being the poet laureate of th...

Today I planted a few things in the soft, loamy earth. As I put in a few small plants, I began making a comparison with the fertile ground o...

Cant' sleep? Do what a friend of mine does. Read poetry. I am not implying that poetry is so boring that it will put you to sleep. But i...

Anne Bradstreet (America's first woman poet) "These are not the poets you remember from high school who sit in lonely rooms writ...

It's hard not to have thoughts of and hopes for spring, even though the winds are chilly and there are blobs of dirty snow looming aroun...