After the earthquake I wrote here , here and here about hearing my friend Magalie Boyer on the radio, being interviewed on the American Pu...

I'm back with Elizabeth Alexander today, after finishing listening to the podcast I linked to last week . Again, I enjoyed learning mor...

Yesterday I started listening to a podcast featuring Elizabeth Alexander (you can find the podcast here ), and I heard her read her poem ...

Last week I posted a poem my son shared with me; this week it's one from my daughter. The Sciences Sing a Lullabye by Albert Goldbarth...

“I put the baby under a table, and we tried to go under the bed, but there was water coming up from the floor,” said Ms. Millien, 35. “In pa...

My son showed me this poem, in a book we have called The Children's Own Longfellow . It seems appropriate in a week full of never-endin...

I've lived in Port-au-Prince for sixteen years, and Isaac is the worst storm I have ever experienced. There have been many storms that...

Today, since Tropical Storm (formerly Hurricane) Isaac is bearing down on us, I will link you to my friend Robbie's poem about storms, a...

An Ancient Gesture I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than once: you can't keep we...

This poem makes me laugh and cringe a little as I get ready for my middle schoolers to descend on my classroom on Monday. What a wonderful,...

I got home to Haiti yesterday. Don't ask me how it's going for another week or two, please. Then I hope to have something good to ...

by Catherine Porter PORT-AU-PRINCE, HAITI—Some mysteries are like religion. They linger, forever out of reach, promising only possibility an...

I never even heard of a synchroblog before last week, and now I'm participating in my second. Sarah Bessey wrote: "I wrote a lit...

So I was searching for something sporty to post today, in honor of the Olympics, and I found this from December 2010, explaining about how ...

This is a great interview Tavis Smiley did with Edwidge Danticat about her book Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work. She exp...

I was out all day today having fun, and I have nothing for Poetry Friday. But fortunately lots of other people posted. So go enjoy what t...

Book #21 of this year was All is Grace: A Ragamuffin Memoir , by Brennan Manning. I haven't read much of Manning's work, but I kno...

This letter is part of the SheLoves magazine synchroblog here . Dear Body, So, the assignment is to write you a love letter. I'm not s...

A little Mary Oliver. Click on the photo to read a larger version. How would you live then? I wish I could live all of life the way I liv...

The Mower to the Glow-Worms by Andrew Marvell Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the su...