

Living next door to the Lord
You, God, who live next door– If at times, through the long night, I trouble you with my urgent knocking– this is why: I hear you...


Everything is everything
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my...


Pablo to the rescue
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? and the poppy-petalled metaphysics ? and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and...


Marchness
To what can our life on earth be likened? To a flock of geese, alighting on the snow. Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage From...


Down the rabbit hole
The people I’m looking for—I don’t know where they are. I don’t know the color of their clothing. From across the park I see the dark...


The letting go
to live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own...


Princess-style
#thisweekinpoetry: Every week I look back at the past few days and try to find a poetic quote to match. Or maybe the other way around, I...


A whole lotta Neruda
#thisweekinpoetry: Every week I look back at the past few days and try to find a poetic quote to match. Or maybe the other way around, I...


You can't read the same poem twice
#thisweekinpoetry: Every week I look back at the past few days and try to find a poetic quote to match. Or maybe the other way around, I...

Of buses and butterflies (and Rob Lowe)
#thisweekinpoetry: Every week I look back at the past few days and try to find a poetic quote to match. Or maybe the other way around, I...