Category: Midwest

  • HONEY OUT OF THE ROCK

    HONEY OUT OF THE ROCK I need to live like that crooked tree — / solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free — / that knelt down in the hardest winds // but could not be blasted away. / It kept its eye on the far horizon / and brought honey out of the rock. – Green…

  • EARLY FOR SPRING

    Early For Spring Seems like it happens each winter: I wake one morning and hear spring. Too much light in sound, in winged singing and commotion, a clarity in the air released from previous melted muting snow. Focus and intention I’m not yet ready for, now, early February. What stirs me most each time I…