Yucatán Return- Attending to Small Wonders
Within a tangled tropical garden, I am a gecko chirping, a great-tailed grackle swaggering, or perhaps a…
I’m holding a hermit warbler –my right hand cupped gently under the bird as my left forefinger…
“What is learned in the Immanent Grove is not much talked about elsewhere. It is said that…
On this dawning of white-crowned sparrow song sugaring into my open window, April Poetry Month is coming…
As the temperatures rocketed into the 70s in Central Oregon after winter storms, I discover the “River…
“…and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.” — Mary Oliver Mary Oliver’s poem…
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