Just because your hand is free, doesn’t mean you should use it. For instance—the baby in your arms: she is small enough to tuck into an...

Only one more day of this. So let me be with it-- like I would a child or pet. Something alive and never again.  All these things I...

For her toast for her period for the test results for his text for the words for some silence for someone to see for a witness for anyone...

There's a trail that is more of a collapsed staircase: a cavernous fold in the hill’s hip-side  that you can take if your knees are fine....

By David Whyte ​​I just have to look and I see, I just have to listen and I hear. I need only the slightest desire for anything to find,...

It is hard to get a pit out of a plum. Harder than a seed or pimple or splinter. It isn’t a loose or free thing wanting to be born into...

I used to say, when asked about napping, "I can't. I'm too anxious." but anxiety exhausts me And around two or three en la tarde,...

With the dog's breath howling in the labyrinth of my ear with the wet of his nose plastering my hair with my own heartbeat punching...

Black cherry, unmarred beneath truck tire. Peach- rose, slapping reflection against window, like palm. The second bouquet of flowers you...

The tarp on a passing fruit truck flapping in desert wind like the thing at the back of the throat. Desert breath. My question to the cab...