Kay Ryan, “Atlas”
“Extreme exertion / isolates,” says the poem. My mind remembers being isolated from help. However, I did not think myself exerting much of anything, unless Olym...
“Extreme exertion / isolates,” says the poem. My mind remembers being isolated from help. However, I did not think myself exerting much of anything, unless Olym...
Dickinson declares “Publication… is the Auction / Of the Mind of Man,” and straightaway I feel like an idiot and a sellout. I feel stupid. I don’t know if I’ve ...
Highly recommended: Allison Seay’s beautiful consideration of this poem, where she talks about the journey and the destination. * The ancient sense of wha...
Not often, but sometimes, we’ll be asked to list joys. To count blessings, show ourselves we should be grateful. To inspire a feeling, remind ourselves of how w...
Yesterday I wrote about quiet graces. Today has been… more difficult, let’s just say that. Some days the good can’t be visible. If you saw it, you’d be tr...