As we sat on the porch of the cabin, looking out over the woods, my husband said, "This reminds me of Tintern Abbey." He read the...

I was away from the internet for Poetry Friday but here's the roundup. And I'd just like to report I had a wonderful day, in spite...

I'm traveling today, going between the place where I live most of the year and the place where I spend several weeks traveling in the su...

Book #9 of this year was The List , by Siobhan Vivian. This book came out at the beginning of April and by the time I heard the author spe...

This semester, the maintenance people bolted my bookcases to the wall. It's needed to happen for a long time. One of the bookcases, ...

It's supposed to be 99 degrees today here in Port-au-Prince. Everything is coated with dust, and the poinciana trees are in bloom. It...

Today we had our eighth grade graduation, and then sent the eighth graders home. (Actually I heard rumors they were all getting together at...

This time of year, I'm thinking a lot about remembering and perhaps even more about forgetting. My students are taking tests, so I'...

It's Haitian Mother's Day. My friend Beth posted this photo on Facebook. It was taken right after the earthquake in Haiti in Janu...

The flamboyant trees are in bloom here in Haiti, and I took this picture this week over the wall of the basketball court at school. I was t...

This week I listened to this program on a podcast. It's an interview with Sherry Turkle, who wrote Alone Together: Why We Expect More ...

Photo Credit Earlier this month a version of the Munch painting "The Scream" sold for $120 million. Here is an interesting New Y...

A couple of weeks ago, I won a copy of Irene Latham's book The Color of Lost Rooms in a blog giveaway. I was amazed at how quickly it...

I got back from the IRA conference on Thursday, and it's now Tuesday as I'm starting to write this post. As expected, real life has...

I got back yesterday from the IRA conference in Chicago.  I had a great time there; frankly, I would have enjoyed it even without the confe...

I apologize for allowing May to arrive before I posted the final Progressive Poem.  Here's the link to Irene's post from yesterday....

I'm in Chicago, having adventures, but I'm taking a moment to link you to the twenty-ninth line.   I will be sorry to say goodbye to...

Here it is!

I'm wondering how many Poetry Friday posters and readers are going, like I am, to the International Reading Association conference in Ch...

It's almost the end of the Progressive Poem.  Line twenty-six is up, and it's bringing us back to the silver slippers from the begi...