April 9th, 2021 – National Poetry Month

Poem 133: The Summer Day by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back andContinue reading “April 9th, 2021 – National Poetry Month”

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

A storm is bearing down on the East Coast and there is an eerie calm-before-the-storm sensation outside. People are stocking up on essentials, but at the same time, everyone is hanging-out, just waiting. Waiting for the uncertain. I am about to go into work, but before I go, I wanted to remark that I finishedContinue reading “Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail”