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Meanwhile, on a desert island...

Twenty years.  That was his best estimate.  Twenty years stranded on the tiny island.  At least!

He had changed – obviously, he was older.  Hairier too.  381 more words

William Stafford

"Yes" by William Stafford

It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake
and look out — no guarantees… 103 more words


Startling Poetry: Traveling Through the Dark

Traveling Through the Dark by William Stafford

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: 131 more words


Saturday Morning

Zeke nestles up tight, his back to my chest, resting his nose on his paws. My arm wraps around his sternum, his heart beats on my finger tips, low and slow. 282 more words


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Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing

The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate. 109 more words


A Visit to the Wise Woman

“Now then, what seems to be the problem?”  The old woman gestured to a stool, her hand a bunch of twigs held together by knotty veins.  463 more words

William Stafford

National Poetry Month

Many of us don’t need a month dedicated to poetry to remind us to appreciate it. But if you can’t remember the last time you read a poem, let alone tried your hand at writing one, you’re not alone. 898 more words