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In the Dreamtime Lost and Found there’s a bubble-gum pink piggy bank with three quarters inside. I glimpsed it there, and it was mine, but

By Roger Peterson From the clay I pulled a stone Small Simple Round Feeling out of place in my hand I threw it Striking you

By Robert Sund Like a boat drifting, sleep flows forward on the deep water of dreams. Drifts and drifts… until, finally the bottom falls out

By Stace Johnson (for Pic) Back in the day, death was binary Alive or dead, on or off, one or zero Now, there is no

By Miller Williams Have compassion for everyone you meet even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a

By Naomi Shihab Nye Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in

By Mary Rose O’Reilley When I imagine my soul I think of a bear, shambling across tundra. I think she’s escaped from a circus, the

Wonderful Spoken Word Poetry by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye. For a set of coincidences that blew me away, check out the first question on

By Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks Why doesn’t a soul fly when it hears the call? Fish on the beach always move toward wave-sound.

Mary Oliver reads ‘Tom Dance’s Gift of a White Bark Pinecone,’ ‘Wild Geese,’ and ‘Peonies.’