lest I should be old-fashioned

Oct/30 By

  The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf,

nothing that didn’t sound illusory

Oct/16 By

The Kite By Judith Beveridge Today I watched a boy fly his kite. It didn’t crackle in the wind – but gave out a barely perceptible hum. At a certain

banned books, broken computers

Oct/2 By

In the Reading Room By David Ferry Alone in the library room, even when others Are there in the room, alone, except for themselves: There is the illusion of peace;

to curb the petty smallness

Mar/9 By

Prayer by Liz Waldner If I were in a book it would be the book in which some lesser angel bemoans the state of my soul and is comforted for

february childishness and a lecture on the man

Feb/13 By

But Men Loved Darkness rather than Light by Richard Crashaw The world’s light shines, shine as it will The world will love its darkness still. I doubt though when the

a new conjunction and glimmering stars

a new conjunction and glimmering stars

Dec/20 By

The Answer by Bei Dao, translated by Bonnie S. McDougall Debasement is the password of the base, Nobility the epitaph of the noble. See how the gilded sky is covered With

practice losing

practice losing

Dec/12 By

One Art   by Elizabeth Bishop   The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is

the children, our successors

the children, our successors

Dec/5 By

To Willie and Henrietta by Robert Louis Stevenson If two may read aright These rhymes of old delight And house and garden play, You two, my cousins, and you only,

the guest house

the guest house

Nov/28 By

  The Guest House by Rumi This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as

come you indoors

Nov/21 By

  The Candle Indoors by Gerard Manley Hopkins Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night’s