already burning

Sep/30 By

  BURNING There is a hidden kind Of humble goodness I love in others Only an aeon Of refining fire Could make it mine But sometimes it’s as if I

it rained when it should have snowed

Nov/23 By

  Holly by Seamus Heaney It rained when it should have snowed. When we went to gather holly the ditches were swimming, we were wet to the knees, our hands

home to roost

Apr/14 By

  Home to Roost By Kay Ryan The chickens are circling and blotting out the day. The sun is bright, but the chickens are in the way. Yes, the sky

i was at hand

Jan/15 By

  What the Figtree Said by Denise Levertov Literal minds! Embarrassed humans! His friends were blushing for Him in secret; wouldn’t admit they were shocked. They thought Him petulant to

tracing a dark continent

tracing a dark continent

Sep/9 By

Gathering Leaves in Grade School by Judith Harris They were smooth ovals,    and some the shade of potatoes—    some had been moth-eaten    or spotted, the maples    were starched, and crackled   

between yesterday and today

between yesterday and today

Aug/18 By

NATURE CHANGES AT THE SPEED OF LIFE . . . By Kathleen Raine Nature changes at the speed of lifeFrom moment to moment, so that all,Bird, leaf and tree seem

let’s go live in a tree house

let’s go live in a tree house

Jul/21 By

During the first half of July we traveled to Tennessee and then the Blue Ridge Mountains/foothills of North Carolina, my favorite place since childhood. As we were traveling there I

homeschooling: an apology among apologies

homeschooling: an apology among apologies

Jun/23 By

Since early spring, when we decided for certain to homeschool, my mind has been involuntarily assembling a defense. I wanted to have some persuasive points ready when the inevitable inquiries

the triumphal end of a long, purgatorial struggle with vocation, sans the diploma

the triumphal end of a long, purgatorial struggle with vocation, sans the diploma

Jun/1 By

This June we will celebrate one full year in St. Louis. The anniversary feels significant to me. The first year in any location is a kind of trail blazing effort.

old road shone white

old road shone white

May/6 By

The Convert by G. K. Chesterton After one moment when I bowed my headAnd the whole world turned over and came upright,And I came out where the old road shone