I don't get angry very often. I'm usually just willing to go straight to scared or sad, which are so often the source of our angry...

What now feels like several decades ago, I sent off the draft of the next book of poetry. Much of it was written in the aftermath of a...

I basically only write non-fiction. Not just in my memoir. Even in my poems, I’m almost always just trying to say what happened, what I...

Belonging is a powerful thing. It's powerful to feel, to extend, to withhold. We may grow older, but we never outgrow the fear of being...

From Under the Air When you weep And grow weary Of the pain In this world you made And tire of the weight Of all who cry out And gasp at...

Many years ago, I accidentally wrote a piece of music for orchestra. I'd only ever written for piano before and when I told my brother...

I spent this afternoon playing for a hospice vigil and now am baking a pizza, ignoring the piles of laundry, and heading out the door...

Last night was the first of three harp and poetry events I'm doing with Kim Stafford. My sister-in-law drove down with me to the Gordon...

The Story: Last summer, thanks to my generous family and a strong inner nudge, I spent a week at Lewis and Clark taking a writing class...

I wrote this to answer my heart's question, "How do you keep on when the weight of all that matters grows too heavy to carry?" Maybe...