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My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters,red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how to make spells. I won...

In Blackwater Woods Mary Oliver Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cin...

A Story About the Body The young composer, working that summer at an artist's colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a ...

Sam Green, Washington state's first poet laureate and one of my favorite past professors, is back at SU, teaching his Writing Poetry cla...

I'd say Paul Hunter is probably best known for his farmer's poetry, detailing and honoring the everyday tasks and stories of rural l...

Friday afternoon I had a full schedule, but everything fell through. Disappointment led to opportunity, and I picked up a book to read at th...

I Googled "Poem of the Day," and sure enough such a site exists. Here's today's feature , by Pierre Martory.