Mont Blanc yet gleams on high:—the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights, And many sounds, and much of life and...

“When it's not always raining there'll be days like this. When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this. When everything...

The wind is playing an orchestra of harmonicas. ~Michael Longley, “Harmonica” 39° Fahrenheit, drizzle. Sunrise tomorrow at 7:57am....

“Body mobility, rather than rootedness and authenticity, was the key component to the understanding of place.”  —David Seamon’s idea, as...

“You publish books of poems, other people call you a poet. You live with the idea of poetry, you live with the notion of being a poet and...

. . . You are neither here nor there,  A hurry through which known and strange things pass As big soft buffetings come at the car...

Photo by acaldwellphoto.com I don't remember my first attempt at writing poetry, but I do remember swinging on the front porch on...