TW Featured Poet
If you make a list of all you are grateful for, you will find happiness.
If you make a list of all you are grateful for, you will find happiness.
I practice imagining you in places I can’t see
When we say the woods are quiet,/we mean a kind of spatial silence,/nothing moving/faster than the red squirrel
Fishes scatter in the spill of the moon path. / The shadow circles, watching us watch.
Isn’t hope a sweet, fat fig?