The hives have gotten through another year— I’m sure you’ve heard of the alternative. Buy soon and you can have the Holsteins here. No guarantee of how...

Yoga tape today played fast-forward, then upward- downward-- pen in child’s pose. Weeds through cobblestones pulled and piled, blown apart-- roots stay in the ground. Dishes in the sink are now...

In 2009 I traveled near South Korea's Demilitarized Zone to visit and write an article about the then 79 year old shaman Kim Keum Hwa. During my second visit, she surprised me by asking me to get up and dance. After, and for the duration of the day, she and several of her disciples encouraged me to pursue a path as a shaman.

Time to bathe al fresco watched by frosty stars and a crescent moon. I twist quickly for warmth beneath needle-like strands of hot water dispensed by an ancient...

In the end, you have no suitcase. The ticket is one-way only, very expensive, caro, precious. You arrive on the side of a hill which has...

Maybe it’s a tin ear for poetry. “Do unto others” didn’t balance like a see-saw when you heard it? You were playing with fire while others...

Sky perfect dull gray intermittent spits of rain not cold or warm and just enough wind to get inside a jacket and I have nothing to do and all the...

. . . as if he were holding the sea in his black hands, as if, after giving him all that power, she now could give him pity and consolation . . .

Anger. Tears. and a fleeting desire for violence disrupt a dreamer's dream of race-less love in world without lynching. certain moments stoke outrage-fueled flames, exciting anger - our...

A new poem by Naomi Thiers: "I think of the woman driving Cypress Street Viaduct in the ’89 quake who heard God hiss: go back.