How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

4:00 p.m. It’s Friday, December 7th. I’m on time at Curious Craftsman, a shop in Norfork, Arkansas, ready to sign books for four hours....

I am blessed to know a woman with the attitude of gratitude. Her name is Mary Kathryn Marcom. She lives north of San Francisco where...

We were excited. She was coming home. We had housed 15 horses over the years, looking for a super gentle one. We wanted to trust a horse...

Our leader called it a circle-story. The beginning of the video was about a little boy receiving a gift of soap in a shoebox. The closing...

We were living in emotional turmoil. My first husband and I were separated at the time. I was busy being a mom and teaching sons to sit...

She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair. Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar...

I have been intoxicated all summer by wonder-winged butterflies. They bring me so much happiness. What grabs me first is how gorgeous...

I woke up at 3:28. Plenty of time to dread the upcoming dental work. A front tooth was loose. According to my dentist, the tooth could...

I listen to young teens ruminating about the great harvest of apples, nests in the trees, apples of “no worth” purposefully left behind...