Courage
bycourage reminds me of kids and crayons: the continuous lines, the ambiguous reasons…
poem
Recursive
byMore neurons in the brain than stars in the Milky Way…
Probability and Perfection
byGiving Thanks
for Broken Bread
Thunder crumbles, stale bread
through worn hands. He breaks
The Fourth Thursday of November
byApple pie sometimes speaks To us of mother love or patriotism My tongue usually takes the message without second thought.
Bright as a summers day
byA featured photo from A Guy Taking Pictures and a poem from Emily Dickinson.
Holes in the Mountain by Kai Carlson-Wee
byA simply inspired work. Kai Carlson-Wee is the Jones Lecturer in Poetry at Stanford University. Thanks to ETR regular Taylor Brorby for pointing this one…
The Snake Handler
byAfter Dennis Covington I’m not long for this world, the young man said nonchalantly. The next night I watch him at church. Why would…
Prairie
byPrairie that place silent as a whisper where wind fingers through wheat and ripples over the rough bark of cottonwood trees. Do not drill,…
