Spanning Time & Tides in Poetry
April Poetry month has come to an end today. The poems (like my last entry) stem from…
April Poetry month has come to an end today. The poems (like my last entry) stem from…
I have a confession. There is no hardship in this brief tale of attending to the inventive…
How is it that mist becomes an archway over Coos Bay? How is it that worries mist…
Far away on the west coast of Mexico where the sea gentles inward to form a cove…
When I read a New York Times article earlier this month that the Entomological Society of America…
WIth one slow glide of his forefinger, our guide Mauricio traces the spiral carved deep in the…
A daily practice of Kim Stafford-inspired writing of recollection, aphorism, and poem attempt has become one of…
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