Today's poem is taken from: The Oxford Book of Children's Verse edited by Iona and Peter Opie published by Oxford University Press 1973...

Confession--I wanted. Act of contrition: Because i knew my wanting was too large was problematic and without apparent end i knew without...

It was not very long into our writerly friendship when I was handed a book of his to borrow. Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry by...

Happy Earth Day O beloved, wild spaces wherefore art thou beloved, wild spaces? I don't know about you but my heart longs for a return to...

I wrote this cinquain sequence last spring while reveling in a newly returned Common Grackle gleeking its joyful ode to Spring. It got me...

Yesterday was a heavy one for people round these parts. There was a general sense of foreboding and sadness permeating much of the day....

This poem is one of the 200 + poems featured in The 20th Century Children's Poetry Treasury hardcover book of children's poems selected...

In honour of a lovely, rare Snow Goose sighted amongst hundreds and hundreds of wild Canada Geese in a muddy, agricultural field in...

In grade six I read a novel about a utopian community of hot air ballooners and theirs was a magical fantasy land I dreamed of often in...

This morning my parents asked me if I remembered traveling to Boston with them in their new Mailbu forty four years ago today--when I was...

https://yorkshiretimes.co.uk/article/Poem-of-the-Week-Digging-by-Seamus-Heaney My choice for today's poem arose from a conversation with...

The summer I was turning thirty five was hellish awful. I was strung out to a dangerous point from anxious exhaustion following a rough...

The other night I awoke in the early am to the call of the Saw-whet Owl in our back woods. Unmistakably digital in sound, I wondered what...

Taken from The Ryerson Press Archive, today's poem is by acclaimed female Canadian poet, Dorothy Livesay. Reality Encased in the hard,...

The Lindens on McGill--1957 (A gift for my dear father) In springtime the Lindens on McGill rained down catkins. They slithered dew worm...

But first a poem... The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some...

It's been an almost heretofore unimaginable month since the WHO declared Covid-19 pandemic. So much has come to a standstill that it is...

Strangely, one day early last week I decided to cover our living room window with a cheerful message for passerby's. I engaged our...

In honour of tonight's full moon I have chosen to share a very special poem from my own children's childhood. I read this poem as part of...

Taken directly as a passage from poet and philosopher John O'Donohue's lyrical ode to beauty called Beauty--The Invisible Embrace is his...