I Will Make You Brooches –Robert Louis Stevenson. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in…
Poetry: The Months
The Months –Linda Pastan From The Last Uncle March When the Earl King came to steal away the child in Goethe’s poem, the father said don’t be afraid, it’s just the wind… As if it weren’t the wind that blows…
Poetry: Ice Storm
Ice Storm –Jane Kenyon From Otherwise: New and Selected Poems For the hemlocks and broad-leafed evergreens a beautiful and precarious state of being… Here in the suburbs of New Haven nature, unrestrained, lops the weaker limbs of shrubs and trees…
Poetry: Landscape
Landscape –Mary Oliver From Dream Work Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear the black oaks along the path are standing…
Poetry: The Helen Poems
Tuition Costs –Victor Depta From The Helen Poems I’d raised a child, practically as if the end were something I’d thought about prepared for, worked toward when, in fact, I was amazed how little time was left what with the…
Poetry: The State of the Economy
The State of the Economy –Louis Jenkins From Sea Smoke There might be some change on top of the dresser at the back, and we should check the washer and the dryer. Check under the floor mats of the car.…
Meditations on Gratitude
Meditations on Gratitude –O. Eugene Pickett, 4th president of UUA, 1979-1985 For the expanding grandeur of Creation, worlds known and unknown, galaxies beyond galaxies, filling us with awe and challenging our imaginations: We give thanks this day. For this fragile…
Poetry: Ode to My 1977 Toyota
Ode to My 1977 Toyota –Barbara Hamby From Babel Engine like a Singer sewing machine, where have you not carried me-to dance class, grocery shopping, into the heart of darkness and back again? O the fruit you’ve transported-cherries, peaches, blueberries,…
Poetry: Day Bath
Day Bath –Debra Spencer From Pomegranate for my son Last night I walked him back and forth, his small head heavy against my chest, round eyes watching me in the dark, his body a sandbag in my arms. I longed…
Poetry: Vex Me
Vex Me –Barbara Hamby From Babel Vex me, O Night, your stars stuttering like a stuck jukebox, put a spell on me, my bones atremble at your tabernacle of rhythm and blues. Call out your archers, chain me to a…