Come mid-February, many of us who live up north are done with winter. We’ve enjoyed the holidays, we’ve had our…
“Happiness”
Robert Frost said, “Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.” Today’s poem, “Happiness” by Stephen Dunn,…
“The First Book”
Happy New Year, dear readers! Today’s poet, former US Poet Laureate Rita Dove, is an avid reader who has loved…
“Sweet Darkness”
Happy Winter Solstice! As the days shorten here in the northern hemisphere, I’ve been reading poems about the dark. It…
“What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade”
“You live you learn.” — Alanis Morissette In today’s poem, we meet Mrs. Nelson who teaches her fourth grade students…
“One Art”
“One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop, has been on my mind recently as President Trump continues to refuse to accept his…
“Oatmeal”
Today’s poem is a reminder that we are never too old for imaginary play. If Galway Kinnell can share a…
“Ghost Pipes”
Barbara Kingsolver, former biologist and author of numerous bestselling novels including The Poisonwood Bible, Animal Dreams, and Prodigal Summer, has…
“Still I Rise”
Polarization, pandemic, the planet. What’s next? Fellow reader Mary Zoll nailed it with her recent 6-word memoir. It feels like the…
“Elder Care”
Do you notice the background music playing in retail stores? I rarely do and am still surprised when my husband…
“i am running into a new year”
For many of us, September feels like a fresh start — even more than January. Regardless of age, September signals…
“maggie and milly and molly and may”
“Perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake.” Wallace Stevens Or a stroll at the beach? Today’s whimsical…
“Four A.M.”
I was up at four in the morning the other day, and along with the murky thoughts that seem to…
“My Dead Friends”
Not to be morbid, but when you reach a certain age, the number of dead friends and relatives you have…
“Putting in a Window”
Today’s poem by John Brantingham is a reminder to be in the moment, whether you’re putting in a window, or…
“French Chocolates”
“French Chocolates” is one of those poems that says what you didn’t realize you were thinking until after you’ve read…
“To be of use”
It’s Monday, the start of another work week, and I’ve been thinking about how COVID-19 has altered the way we…
“At the Age of 18 – Ode to Girls of Color”
Today’s poem is by Amanda Gorman, the first Youth Poet Laureate of the United States. I discovered it this morning…
