Poetry

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    Idleness Waiting Grace Paid Member

    Mark C. Taylor recounts a poignant lover affair not with a person but with a place that, paradoxically, cannot be easily localized. For many years, Taylor has lived in the Berkshire Mountains, where he writes and creates land art and sculpture. In a world of mobile screens a virtual realities, where speed is the measure of success and place is disappearing, his work slows down thought and brings life back to earth to give readers time to ponder the importance of place before it slips away. Idleness More »
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    Don’t They Know? Paid Member

    On an autumn afternoon, poet Mark Doty arrived at the New York Zen Center for Contemplative Care to join its founders, Koshin Paley Ellison and Robert Chodo Campbell, in a conversation spanning grief, loss, attention, aging, and death. Doty has published five volumes of nonfiction prose and eight books of poems, including Fire to Fire: New and Selected Poems, which won the National Book Award for Poetry in 2008. His poems have been widely anthologized and have also appeared in such magazines as The Atlantic Monthly, The London Review of Books, Ploughshares, Poetry, The New Yorker, and, of course, Tricycle. More »
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    A Special Evening with (and Poem from) Mark Doty Paid Member

    A taste of Mark Doty's work, from Winter 2013's Parting Words: Praise to the cherry on the lawn of the library,the heave and contorted thrust of it, a master,on its own root, negating the word weeping (miles to the nearest tears),requiring instead down-fountaining, or descending from a ferocious intention. More »
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    Zen Pace Paid Member

    Wincing at waste, write pocket-noteson the innocent sides of used pages, savelong distance calls till Sunday, chasethe last slipping rice grain around your plateand even hurry slowly, actingalways with trustful slowness within,mourning even the loss of a friendwith that dignity in her spirit nevergone…you have no need but to move,sleep to waking, insult to lovehappening to happeningat the pace of a gradual smile, at the paceof the hammer-stroke heartthat proceeds to the nextfull beat, and then the next. Barry Spacks, a poet and painter, teaches writing and literature at the University of California, Santa Barbara. A busy man, he hurries slowly. More »
  • Faith in Mind Paid Member

      Attaining the Way is not difficult, Just avoid picking and choosing. If you have neither aversion nor desire, You’ll thoroughly understand. A hair’s breadth difference Is the gap between heaven and earth. If you want it to come forth Let there be no positive and negative. For such comparisons Are a sickness of the mind. More »
  • Word Sound Paid Member

    Sound a word or a sound. Listen for a surprise. Say a word as a sound. More »