Something hangs in back of me
I can't see it, can't move it.

I know it' black,
a hump on my back.

It's heavy. You
can't see it.

What's in it? Don't tell me
you don't know. It's ( Read more... )

Went to hear the Pulitzer-Prize winning and best-selling (how often do those adjectives modify the same noun?) poet Mary Oliver speak at the Lied Center on Wednesday evening. Though it resulted in sleep deprivation, it was worth it to hear her wry sense of humor and her wise words, modeled after Edna Vincent Millay and several Sufi poets ( Read more... )