Keeping things whole, by Mark Strand

You ever read a poem and think “yes, yes this!” Well, this poem just seems perfect right now…we’ve had unusually dry weather and I have twice as many field sites as last year, and my greenhouse experiment needs watering every day, and I’m cycling 150 miles a week and working 10-14 hours a day seven […]

Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow, by Robert Duncan

Currently up to my armpits in mud (ah field work in freezing spring rains), and desperately trying to be clean enough to interact with normal humans, so here’s a poem for now. Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, […]

Against Winter, by Charles Simic

I was trying to decide if I like this poem or not. Every time I read it, I like it at first, then I think “It’s too dark” and then the resolution makes me like it again. Maybe something about it speaks to me and will speak to you too! How many times have people […]

Native, by Keetje Kuipers

It’s true…nothing is untouched anymore…how do we define native? Wild?   Native In the spring the men come out again to clear the land, yellow Cat dozers popping up on hillsides like morels to be collected after the first warm days of May. In fields studded with the rhinestone glitter of purple knapweed, trucks nose […]