My friend Jim Gronvold has just published a delightful new collection of his poetry. He calls himself a “simple rhymer,” […]


My friend Jim Gronvold has just published a delightful new collection of his poetry. He calls himself a “simple rhymer,” […]

A poetic reflection: We see them fall, We hear them rustle, We may even feel them brush by our face. […]

These poetic words came easily the other night. . . Midnight moon face washed by waves of light clouds flashes […]

My poet friend, Jim Gronvold, graciously shares this path of poetry: Clarity Struck by the grace of the simply seen. […]

Poem of Early Spring Doors are open Winter left, apparently, by appearances Before a wedding I officiated the groom’s younger […]

Now and then I post a poem–or hang a poem on this post. This one was composed, composted, in one […]

Woke up to 22 degrees and light, silent snow. Living beauty in the mountains. “Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me […]

My friend Jim Gronvold has published a string or strand or stream of books full of something we call “poems,” […]

Whitman was born 200 years ago this month (May 31, 1819). Today’s column in the Citizen-Times (page one; page two) presented […]

I don’t write many of these things called “poems.” In part inspired by the loss of Mary Oliver yesterday, I […]