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Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide. 28 more words


The Communion of Reading: William Stafford

The poet William Stafford and my father were born in the same year, 1914, one hundred years ago. I’m having trouble reconciling that, for some reason. 425 more words

April 20

When I Met My Muse by William Stafford

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off – they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then… 162 more words

On April 19 the poet is

William Stafford whose work I both enjoy and admire! I was introduced to his writing about poetry this year and also enjoy it!

I didn’t think of how appropriate the selection is for THIS journal until just now as I begin to type it into the computer. 155 more words

Poetry Month 2014


“Of course, this is a noted black spot for accidents,” the policewoman said with a sniff. “Famous for it.” She reached into the pocket of her luminous jacket and pulled out a tissue. 399 more words

William Stafford


Yesterday I sent the latest draft of my new book, COFFIN DODGERS, to my test readers.  It’s always an anxious time, waiting to hear what they think of it.  211 more words

William Stafford

When You Feel Alone, All You Can Do Is Listen To Your Gut

There’s a growing tension between people who sleep around while remaining unattached, and people who think at heart that people in general crave monogamous relationships. This site has published two articles in the last few days that highlight this distinction: Raul Felix wrote about… 1,407 more words