Wendell Berry

HORSEBACK ON SUNDAY MORNING Horseback on Sunday morning,harvest over, we taste persimmonand wild grape, sharp sweetof summer’s end. In time’s mazeover the fall fields, we name namesthat went west from here, namesthat rest on graves. We opena persimmon seed...

Charles Bukowski

The Laughing Heart your life is your lifedon’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.be on the watch.there are ways out.there is light somewhere.it may not be much light butit beats the darkness.be on the watch.the gods will offer you chances.know them.take them.you...

Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton won’t you celebrate with mewhat I have shaped intoa kind of life? I had no modelborn in babylonboth nonwhite and womanwhat did I see to be except myself?i made it uphere on this bridge betweenstarshine and claymy one hand holding tightmy other...

Emily Dickinson- “Nature”

“Nature” is what we see—The Hill—the AfternoonSquirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble beeNay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the Sea—Thunder—the Cricket—Nay—Nature is Harmony—Nature is what we know—Yet have no art to say—So impotentOur Wisdom is To her...

Danna Faulds

The Call to Deeper Practice The call to deeper practice comes, and I respond before I catch myself.All that I am is drawn inside as if pulled by the strongest tide, a current flowing in only one direction.What does this practice look like?Slow movement paired with...