The Armful
I’m not as big a poetry person as I think I ought to be, but sometimes I come across a poem that just speaks to me. Who knew Robert Frost felt … Continue reading The Armful
I’m not as big a poetry person as I think I ought to be, but sometimes I come across a poem that just speaks to me. Who knew Robert Frost felt … Continue reading The Armful
A few months ago my five-year-old made an erroneous but poetic statement about his place of birth and inspired this pantoum. I was born in Poverty, An island off the coast … Continue reading An Island off the Coast of Denmark
Tonight in my Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction class, the instructor offered this poem, by Naomi Shihab Nye. I’ve not read Naomi Shihab Nye since college, but I recalled tonight that she … Continue reading The Slippery Nature of Happiness
I’ve been having fun spending a lot of time on my posts every night, but tonight, I decided to give myself—and you—a little break. I happened upon this poem tonight … Continue reading Poetry Break