By Catherine Woods
I tumble quickly as my despair gathers momentum. The dinosaur’s skeletal remains on the floor, near the forgotten and forlorn chair, add to this despair. Without pause, I conjure that photo of the polar bear who died of starvation, unable to reach his venerable kitchen. I feel the ice cap melt [...]
In the Dreamtime Lost and Found there’s a bubble-gum pink piggy bank with three quarters inside. I glimpsed it there, and it was mine, but somehow I didn’t take it. I hope the Dreamtime Lost and Found has the journal my daughter lost in my dream, the story of herself, slipping away in the [...]
By Roger Peterson
From the clay I pulled a stone Small Simple Round Feeling out of place in my hand I threw it Striking you Surprise on your face
And I thought A man in a glass house Should not throw stones But it was done
From the floor you pulled the stone Small Simple [...]
By Robert Sund
Like a boat drifting, sleep flows forward on the deep water of dreams. Drifts and drifts… until, finally the bottom falls out of knowledge.
In the fragrant mist of dawn the rower wakes, picks up the oars, sets them, and begins to row. All night he labored in his dream to [...]
By Stace Johnson
Back in the day, death was binary Alive or dead, on or off, one or zero Now, there is no zero state Hit by a car? Pick a new body. We’ll restore “you” from backup Brain cancer? No worries! We’ll grow another one It’s not about whether you live any [...]
By Miller Williams
Have compassion for everyone you meet even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the [...]
By Mary Rose O’Reilley
When I imagine my soul I think of a bear, shambling across tundra. I think she’s escaped from a circus, the scars of a ring in her nose: fat, loping, patient, untiring bear.
Her paws slap and click bound for the edge of Alaska. She will plunge at last into constellations [...]
Wonderful Spoken Word Poetry by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye. For a set of coincidences that blew me away, check out the first question on their FAQ page.
Translated by Coleman Barks
Why doesn’t a soul fly when it hears the call? Fish on the beach always move toward wave-sound.
A falcon hears the drum and brings the quarry home. Why isn’t every dervish dancing in the sun?
You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now, fly.