Vanessa writes that her poem, Amnesia was written while she stared out from her study-room window, focused on school and the trappings of societal life: 'I felt thankful for the decision I made to move up to a small town in Mt. Hood, where I could still communicate through technology, besides the part time job… Continue reading Vanessa Watters – Amnesia
"As the boundaries closed in, and still do, I notice that my world is large and detailed enough to locate all of my questions, and for that I am thankful."
A dive into the particulars of beekeeping, 'the oldest form of agriculture' and a homage to the symmetry and symbiosis of bees, honeycombs and flowers.
Wild Geese runs like an exhalation, beginning with a lifting of the weight of religious culpability - in the prairies and the deep trees, there is no onus to be good nor to string oneself out in repentance.
Robin Knight's poem about the foxes that inhabit his village and the very special providence in the theft - and retrieval - of a shoe.
Melanie Challenger asks how we can re-associate ourselves with nature and whether a pre-industrial intimacy with the natural world is even possible.
The twilight excursions of swifts echo the solemnity of certain spiritual rituals, when the earth is quiet enough that we can relocate our own bearings in relation to the world.
BY JOHN JACOBSON A husband and wife live together with a rare neurological disease. The illness profoundly changed their love and brought about a search for meaning.
The call of awakening can come in any form, even from something as simple as the voice of a blackbird, in David Whyte's poem, The Bell and the Blackbird.
Holly Allen's poem Michigan Green recalls the summers spent in Michigan with her great-grandmother.
