from Sabbath Poems 2007, V Those who use the world assuming their knowledge is sufficient destroy the world. The forest is mangled for the sale of a few sticks, or […]

 KATE CAYLEY FEATURES WENDELL BERRY AND PHILIP LARKIN The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my inheritance and destiny, so be it. If […]

  Attention And if repetition could itself be a form of attention, folding along the crease until the crease finds itself hollowing out the groove, as in marriage, studying the […]

Navendamowin Mitigaakiing Apii dibikong gaashkendamyaan miinawaa goshkoziyaan endigwenh waa ezhichigewag bagoji Anishinaabensag odenang, mitigwaakiing izhaayaan miinawaa anweshinyaan. Nimawadishaag zhingwaakwag miinawaa okikaandagoog Nibizindaawaag zhashagiwag miinawaa ajiijaakwag. Nimaatookinaag zaagaa’igan ogaawag miinawaa apakweshkwayag. […]

Here are two more poems by Patrick Lane and Wendell Berry. Nothing scientific about the choices of poems. Just that these are poems I keep coming back to. Can’t let […]

In Part One of this post I discussed the striking similarities between two, in some aspects, very different poems by Wendell Berry ( A Poem On Hope) and Patrick Lane […]

In an introduction to a poetry reading a few years ago Wendell Berry was described as a human treasure. This teacher, farmer and prolific writer of  more than forty books […]

In Places You Can’t Reach You might have noticed how animals may groom each other in places they cannot reach on their own, That is what my poems are all […]

One Heart Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, open at either end of day. The work of wings was […]