Faith, Fiction, Friends

I first saw  the news Monday about the death of Wendell Berry  rather obliquely. Two Facebook friends independently posted poems by him. I s...

A grandmother’s jewelry. A heavy rainfall. The fruit in a pina colada. A soccer game. Accompanying a parent to a medical procedure. Waiting ...

I still own four of the textbooks I used in college:  Investigative Reporting ,  The History of Journalism,  and a two-volume set of the  No...

About the time my mother turned 75, she said something to me that she’d been apparently been saving up. “You know,” she said, “I’ve reached ...

The end of a relationship with a spouse or partner is like a death – a death of familiarity, a death of structure, a death of how we live ou...

I don’t know  if grief is really a thing with feathers . Sometimes I think of it as a ghost, sometimes there, sometimes gone, but able to su...

Poet   Sally Nacker   lives in a house in or near a woods. That means her home is surrounded by nature. To experience nature, all she has to...

I don’t think I was quite ready for  Morpheus Dips His Oar: Poems , the 2023 collection by  Tamara Madison . The word that comes to mind is ...

Poets, and writers in general, write from their own lives, their own experiences. How we are shaped as individuals is reflected, consciously...

The Book of Genesis says that Eve was created from a rib of Adam, to provide a helpmate and companion. Many have pointed out that it was a r...

Poet  Tina Kelley  seems fascinated with words, unusual often obscure words. Have you met an aeolist (a person who claims to be inspired), o...

I’ve read poems that are filled with tenderness. I’ve read poems that have an edge. But I can’t think of a collection I’ve read that have bo...

We just finished watching our youngest son’s wife navigate the first two stages of motherhood – pregnancy and childhood. She was a trooper, ...

We learned this back in elementary school. If one poet’s name sits atop the poetry of the American Revolution, that name is  Philip Freneau ...

Before the Declaration of Independence and the American Revolution, there was at least some 15 years of growing American disenchantment with...

It was the title that attracted me to  David Livewell’s  new poetry collection,  Pass and Stow: Poems . It sounded like something related to...

Fanny Howe (1940-2025) was the author of some 13 poetry collections, five novels, and numerous short stories and essays. Her collection Seco...

I’ve read a considerable number of poetry collections subtitled “New and Selected Poems” or “Collected Poems.” But it was only reading “Swoo...

I don’t recall where I read it, but some blogger or publication or Substack posted a poetry prompt: write about a color without ever mention...

Something happens when you read a poetry collection, while you watch soft rainfall outside the kitchen window, raindrops making tiny splashe...