a way I am not coming for now; the five thousand steps are too far and your stones are pushed down, buried by sifting, thickened drifts beyo...

Yesterday: sloth in Manuel Antonio National Park. Today: sloth by the pool. Pura vida!

In our school district, teachers have been teaching (and testing) for 9 weeks straight without a day off, and if you count all the way back ...

When I taught in England in the 90's, I was truly surprised to find how few of the books I grew up on--picture books and classic middle-...

April is fun, fun, fun! We all know that poetry is for all times of year, but what poet isn't revved up by the knowledge that this month...

My universe turned very juicy indeed on April 1, 1999: on this day was brought forth the fresh, hardy, thrive-anywhere perennial who is my d...

Thoughtful commentary will resume after I update my resume and prepare to find a new job. I am now officially an "involuntary transfer...

This week I'm celebrating my first foray into publishing poetry for adults. I'm delighted to say that I have three poems in Life in ...

Wednesday I spent 6 hours in a hearing of the House Ways & Means Committee of Maryland's General Assembly, waiting to testify on a b...

The poetry version of last week's first-grade effort to grasp character traits... On the outside, you can see my physical traits: ...

There has been a lot of discussion recently about, to put it dramatically, the death of the poetry anthology and the difficulty of gettin...

Recently on NPR's Science Friday there was a piece on how our many online social media opportunities raise a question about the multiple...