A stack of books showed up on my desk one day.
Thoughts on a trail with no vistas, one foggy fall morning in 2014.
I hadn’t written poetry for years. Then a friendly challenge provoked some quiet, stillness, and a few stanzas that emerged.
Reflecting on the protests, racism, and violence in recent news, and the responses that followed.
Every July, my wife’s extended family spends a week at the beach.