The Live Poets Society

We waited for the late afternoon downpour to turn to mist,  when the front garden smelled  of old worms, new earth.   I stepped in the wet; ...

I remember you… The first time you learned to skate. And when you skied your first slope, I remember your determination. Then when spring c...

My pants are tight, much too tight, And I can't imagine why.  They dig in my waist, pull at the seams, And they hurt across the thigh....

In winter, when the sun is a dandelion seeded with ice, all I can give you of summer is this fading red, yellow, orange the fall tree releas...

I am from the center of my mother’s world from joy and compassion and uncertainty from love nickels placed in the palm of my hands by...

When the moon is full, horseshoe crabs gather for mating in the shallows of the inlet. Huge primeval ones, crusted with horny barnacles, tra...

Immersed in the dirt I water and weed stretch and sweat untangling the beans from tomatoes and cucumbers lost in the chore of directing and ...