This is what language is…

Each morning, I read poems — sometimes, a single drop of a poem that widens and ripples through my life all day; sometimes, a dancing river of poems that sweeps me towards a glimmering horizon. Poems restore my soul, return me to my beating heart, to my breath...
Before we’re ready…here comes the future!

Before we’re ready…here comes the future!

This poem, an excerpt from Adrienne Rich’s long-form poem, Contradictions, sings of this wild, windy, October Sunday. And of all the things that arrive “before we’re ready” — great, crashing angels bearing the spilling light of our future...
Goodbye, Seamus Heaney

Goodbye, Seamus Heaney

Seamus Heaney died in Dublin today. He was a poet whose work has been central to the development of my own poetic vision, and who enriched our world immensely through his work and his life. He was a man who loved the world with the most tender attention, finding the...

Between shelter and flight

Today, all that shelters me descends with the sudden, clamorous weight of a collapsed safari tent. Tangled in its heavy canvas, its guy wires and flapping doorway, I struggle to my knees, scrape the palm of my hand against flinty ground, stagger upright in the ruins...